Talked to my dad today.
He can see how much effort I’ve put in and how much I have to put up with.
He saw the tears, he felt my pain.
I could see it pains him to see what I’m going through.
He held back his tears, to be strong, for me.
I have yet to tell him what happened with her.
I doubt I have the strength to tell him without tears.
He is really the pillar of the house.
And to my life.