Hubby is the only thing keeping me going right now.
I asked him the other night why he loved me, cause really, I'm neurotic, he said that was why.
He knows he will never be bored.
I then asked him how much he loved me and he pointed out that he left the butt ends of the bread for me.
The butt ends are the best! And he knew that.
But back to the point of my writing today.
With everything going on in my wacky personal life (and really, I just mean my family) I was hoping to have a nice quiet Friday night to think things through and relax my mind a bit.
Instead, I got a drunken call from my dad.
I am now my dad's parent.
He is asking the hard to answer questions. (Was I a horrible dad?)
I am doing my best to break things to him gently with out lying to him. (Do you think you were a horrible dad? Cause how you feel is what matters, daddy.)
How do you answer those really hard questions when you know the truth will hurt them?