Time To Be Me

The other day I posted a story on social about my daughter finding a picture of my father right before his death from addiction. I told her she has nothing to worry about. That I was never going to become addicted like that, and she more or less said “I know.”

Someone commented that it’s great how I’ve decided not to become my father, but when am I going to decide who I want to be as a father. And I’ll admit, this comment kind of pissed me off at first. But the more I thought about it, the more I grudgingly realized that maybe, they were right.