What a glorious day, one and all!

I had such a wonderful fathers day, I can’t help but smile.

Well, if you’re wondering what I did, I’ll tell you.

It wasn’t spending time with either of my father-figures. Probably the opposite in fact.

I stayed with my aunt, sisters and cousins for the better part of the day. It was such a stress-free environment!

I probably couldn’t have asked for a more peaceful day to be alive. The birds were singing, the sun was out and beating down fiercely on my back. Another typical summer day in Texas.

But, you know how life likes to throw that little bit of a curve ball.

It seems as though people live and dwell off of Facebook drama, as though they really have no life of their own to lead. There’s always something that someone will post to put people in their feelings.

So much so, that they lash out.

I’m not malicious, or vindictive. I have no hate or resentment in my heart. I simply live my life the best way I know how. Which all I really can do.

With guidance.

When it was brought to my attention that someone felt as though I was “bashing” their father on Facebook over a simple Father’s Day celebratory post, I couldn’t have imagined the snowball effect it would have.

At the end of the day, I’m still just as happy as I was when I left the house this morning. Although it’s almost midnight now, the sun is still shinning in my world.

You can’t break me, because you didn’t make me. Never have.

My grandfather always told me: “You can’t miss something you never had.”

How true!

I’ve done quite well for myself, considering that I’m 22 years old, the author of a bestselling novel, and 2 semesters away from graduating college.

I may not be anything to anyone else but, my mother thinks I made it. Which in the end is the only opinion I really care about, since she knows me inside and out.

I can’t/won’t cry about a drunken dad that was never there.

I will, however, celebrate the father that stepped into the shoes my biological dad couldn’t fill and raised me as his own daughter.

If that makes me a bad person, so be it. I’ll still be smiling and living my life while other people sort out the problems that they have with me.

I’m too busy rising above the bitterness and I won’t allow it to eat away at me.