My dad is an ex-rage-aholic. I used to think of his as both a monster and a king when I was a kid. He terrified me, but I never stopped loving him and I always knew that there was some hidden goodness in him. Now he's an old dude and much more mellow, much less a belligerent control freak. I think that because he was my dad, I have gained the ability to unconditionally see good in all people.. Well, either that's an ability, or I'm extremely naieve.
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My dad was ok most of the time...but wow this is hard to type...or say...or think...