Today you told me that I made the right decision, you said I embodied strength that no one in the family had been able to do.
I cried some, and as usual you let me have that moment. You promised it would all be alright, “You did the right thing. I would tell you if you didn’t”
I always notice when you step into full “big brother” mode. Your tone is very calm and confident…so different than the curly-haired kid I grew up with.
Now you’re a grown man. You’ve done the honorable thing and made your baby’s mother a wife and I salute you. For always being yourself, never, ever in a rush to pretend you are anything you’re not. I salute you.
Yo, they expected us to be NOTHING. Our own family expected us to be nothing. With two drug addicts as parents, Chaz, they counted us out.
Watch God bless you over and over again for being a good man to your family and helping those that have literally beat you down.
I remember, it wasn’t even a question, your voice didn’t even falter when I asked you to stop communicating with the man that abused me as a kid. Shit, like that. COUNTS.
This is why I have no problem calling just to say “I love you” I text you out of nowhere to make sure you’re OK. This is why I want my husband to be like you.