I have lost many battles in my life, but overall feel like I have won the war. All of that changes the first time you hear your child say they hate you, they hate your home, they hate everything about coming to see you. I know as an adult, that these fits of rage are fueled by disappointment, and are flights of passion, but it still cuts into your heart like an icy blade. There are secrets that I plan on taking to my grave, and at moments like this, I just want to spill my guts, let it all out, feel the weight of these secrets lifted off my heart. But I’m a parent, a father, a Dad…. you can hate me sweetheart, but I’ll still love and protect you with my dying breath.