It’s funny. How those defining moments come in the most strangest of forms.
You see, for the first time in my life, tonight my Dad swore in front of me.
Not at me, but whilst with me, to refer to someone else. I heard the “f****r”.
The last time I heard a “b*****d” sneak out was 10 years ago, and he didn’t know I was there. Around the same time he’d been given a birthday card with a recorded message calling him an old “f****r”. He had to leave the room when I insisted I listen to/read it.
I don’t know exactly when or how it happened, but tonight I realised my Dad is not just my Dad, but also my friend. Who I can laugh with, and drink with, and share friends with.
Just recently too I’ve been socialising with my mum. For the first time I felt comfortable doing this. She’s hilarious, and wonderful.
Yet if you ask me about being 14 when they split up. I mean really ask me. And really listen. I’d tell you about when they blew my world apart. And you’d wish you hadn’t asked.
No one ever told me they were both people. Just like me.
The best thing is, I never thought a day would come I would say that about either of them. And I cannot tell you how lucky I feel right now.
Thank you both for teaching me the importance of friends, and relationships. Because friends are the family we chose – s**t, how b****y lucky am I!