It was something else. But my dad's been supportive, truly supportive, and it does feel like maybe this will lead to us being good friends. I'd hate to lose the opportunity I have to get close to him. There is so much to him that I probably don't even know.
But it's just amazing to me. On the plus side, my wife and I are trying to find our way through this. She's worried I might like, go ballistic on someone, or several someones, even. Uh...the several someones, that was my idea, not hers. Whoops...
But nah, I'm pretty mad, and sad, but I'm managing. Chocolate milk has become like my alcohol. Shaken, not stirred, or stirred, not shaken, it makes no difference. I still have to go into a bar and ask for one. I just want to see the reaction from the bartender.
But then, married men don't go into bars. That's a violation of Husband Corps rules.
Sorry, random thoughts. I'm a little insane, having had 3 hours of sleep last night and all. How are you?