I never knew my father. At all. When I had my first child, I was scared shitless, because A) I never knew my father, B) the vast majority of male “role models” (Uncle Ken notwithstanding) called me fat, a homo, a pussy or some combination of those things, and C) we had no money.

Has honestly turned out to be the greatest joy of my life. The kids are each unique, exasperating, wonderful, frustrating, demanding and adorable.

This post really has no point I guess. Fuck you dad.