Dad, I don't understand. I'm not angry at you, although the boy who I could easily call my bestest friend in the world, it's his birthday on Sunday. We're celebrating Saturday and you're forcing me to avoid my presence there. Yeah, it fucking hurts my heart, but you walked straight through that door, being an understanding man. You said, 'hi bree' and walked straight to your room. A split second later you walked back, through to the kitchen. You suddenly stopped, looked straight at me, getting my attention. You stated, 'Everybody makes mistakes, everybody fucks up' and pulled a faint, powerful smile. Whoever the fuck is reading this, I know it's unfair on myself to forgive him and myself, but those words - made me kind of happy? Comfortable, maybe? Dad you are the best man in the world and that's all there is to it.
I was listening to a song today it said, 'forgive your parents, you don't know when they will be gone forever'. To make it clear:
Dad; I forgive you, I love you. You're the best they can get.