The day the court made their ruling, I blocked my father's phone number on my phone. For as long as I live, I don't care to hear from him ever again. I don't even want a call to say he's dead, because as far as I am concerned, he's already dead to me.
My father is an alcoholic abuser. I can remember being in the 3rd grade and being beat over green beans. I had two large bruises on my leg, one the size of a baseball, and the other the size of a frisbee. On my leg. When I was in the 3rd grade.
NO child deserves to grow up with a father like the one I have.
Unforchantly I can't help every child and I can't erase my childhood, but what I can do is pick out the best father for my children.
And I believe I have.
I wrote NYEBoy a card telling him that there is no one else in the world I would rather have children with. I told him that he was going to be an amazing father and that I've already had a glimpse of that with our time with A.
I included that card with this gift:
And I mean it. There is no one else in the world better.
NYEBoy, I love you. xo