When I got engaged. My old man, the 1 man who ever really cared about me enough to be harsh. To be strict, to never sugarcoat etc etc. He told me son, you are making a mistake. The way she dresses. The way she speaks to her mother and father. You need to be very careful and reconsider what you are doing.

I chalked it up to him being foreign and old-fashioned.

I defied him in a very harsh way and spoke cruel words to him about how she comes first and I don’t need his approval.

A year later, and just 6 months shy of the wedding, he died suddenly. I was able to say goodbye on his deathbed. I apologized and so did he. All was forgiven. Even my wife held his hand and he smiled at her. We took this as approval.

Fast forward 2 years later. I’ve left her- for cheating on me. She cheated in the most brutal fashion you could imagine. I won’t even explain how, just know it is the most twisted thing she could do.

She of course love bombed and begged for months for me to forgive her.

No. I will not. It’s over.

But guys. What I would give up, for just 5 minutes to tell my Father I was wrong. He was right. And that I’m so, so terribly sorry for the things I said when all he was trying to do was warn me.

I used to wonder why he was so harsh and rough with my mom, and not sweet and romantic.

I never had the decency or experience to ask myself, what had women done to him earlier in life to MAKE him that way.

I never even bothered to ask if he dated before my mom.

My bros, if your father is around. Cherish him. He is the only man on this earth that gives a fuck. Even if it seems like he’s cruel. He possesses wisdom you can never find elsewhere.

Treat each moment with him like it’s your last visit.

One day, it really will be.

Never forget who was there before your wife. And who would have never, EVER betrayed you.

I’m sorry dad. If you can feel me out there. Please forgive me.