My dad is a good dad but he's not the best human. I love my childhood but my kids will grow up NOTHING like the way I did. My kids won't have a dad who cracks open a beer while yelling at his son who's just trying to convey his emotions, while his daughter is sobbing on the ground in her room from fear. I will never marry a man who doesn't clean up his plate after dinner or complains while doing something I enjoy. I love my dad, but I will never live with another man like him.
















