Of all the photos I could’ve posted of my dad and I, for Father’s Day I wanted to post this one. This shitty photo was taken by a shitty paparazzi in New York the day I announced that my marriage was broken, and over. Feb 21. I will remember this day forever. I walked out of my hotel room alone, and this paparazzi said to me “how’s the divorce going pink.” And after I told him a couple of things I won’t repeat here, I cried. I turned around. And I went back inside. I called my dad.
He came right away. He jumped on a train, no questions asked, and was in my room three hours later.
He said, “lets go. We’re goin out.” Here we are. He has been my person all of my life. He has fought monsters in my closet, and monsters that posed as principals in school buildings, you name it. He has taken on the world for and with me, no questions asked. He made me feel important. He made me think I was worth loving. He taught me how to do it all myself. And when no one else was there, he told me to love myself.
I thank my stars for this man, that he was strong enough not only to fight his own monsters but mine too, and now my kids. I love you daddy sir. ❤️ happy Father’s Day