My father wasn’t a great dad.
He did a lot of drugs around me, was violent, went to strip clubs when he should have been spending time with me, didn’t call me on birthdays or on holidays, didn’t pay child support, exposed me to things that were inappropriate, went to cockfights and KKK rallies, didn’t give me heat or running water, failed to deliver on his promises, exposed me to danger, trash talked my mom, and encouraged me to do drugs with him.
But he loved me. I know he did.
One of the best pieces of advice I ever received was “sometimes the people you love can’t be the people you need them to be”.
It gave me the perspective I needed to begin to move on from my family problems, and today it allows me to love and listen to him despite his imperfections.