Being Dad is the greatest, scariest, happiest, lifetime of dread I could have ever signed up for.
It was as if everything we have ever loved, hated, or known was taken away.
Life lessons that served me no good will serve them no good. It’s my duty, as their father, to see that.
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.
I don’t let them turn me into the same people who hurt me. I never will.
People like that love company.
Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.
In this house, you say goodbye when you leave.
I can’t just lay in bed all day. I have kids and responsibilities. Even if I didn’t, I still can’t stay in bed all day.