“Mom, he figured out how to be a dad.”

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I saw this post on Facebook today and, don’t tell anyone, but it made me cry.

My dad, who I’ve written about a little, has two children and a step son other than me. He was a much better father to them than to me, and there was a point in my life where it really did make me jealous. What was so special about them?

But as I grew older and met them I realized that I’m happy he finally stepped up. I’m happy that he didn’t spend his life as an angry man. I’m happy that he finally met a woman who he loves and makes him happy. Seeing someone change for the better should never make me feel jealous.

I love Jackson and Kaci, my brother and sister on Alan’s side of the family. I know very little about them (trying to work on that), but I’ve always known I wanted to be part of their lives. When you love someone you want what is best for them, despite yourself. My mom was amazing and all I could ever ask for in a parent. In the end I love who I am and wouldn’t change anything about my life. So even if I don’t have Alan, I’m so glad they do.