I love my Mom and Skinny Chuck

My mom is amazing.  She has always been there for me.  She has always supported me.  She is amazing.

My bio-dad is still part of my life but he left me when I was young. He was never around when I was growing up. He called minutes before my wedding to tell me he wasn't coming. He wasn't there when I graduated from UCF. He didn't meet my children until they were 5 and 2. He left me feeling inadequate and when he said I love you it was empty. For most of my life I have HATED Father's Day.


My stepdadv(Skinny Chuck) is amazing. He is proud of me. He challenges me. He was there when I was married, he was there when I graduated, he was there when my children were born. He didn't become stepdad until I was 19. Now that I'm 31, when he says I love you, it is filled with so much emotion for me. I might not share his DNA but I thank God every single day for my stepdad. He is the reason I no longer hate Father's Day.

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