However,
At the ripe ol' age of 38, I had a summer where I finally did learn some things about myself. Some good, some bad, some ugly. This Clint Eastwood summer showed me strengths I never knew I had, weaknesses I need to fix, love that I never thought possible, and sadness that would bring me to my darkest places.
So without further adieu, I give you my summer in a nutshell:
- I loved and lost
- I learned that my beautiful daughter is a closet Guns n Roses fan and knows every word of "Sweet Child of Mine"
- I learned that I'm strong enough to bash in the skull of dying deer after clipping it with my car.
- I learned that I'm not strong enough to bash in skull of said deer without throwing up for 10 minutes after.
- I learned that pride and stubbornness can make me say some pretty nasty things to people I love.
- I learned that you really realize who's important to you in that nanosecond before you're in a violent car wreck.
- I learned that I can love someone enough to walk away.
- I learned that I don't even have a fraction of the handle on my depression as I thought.
- I learned that my ex-wife is an absolutely horrible person and I feel like a fool for giving her 7 years of "benefit of the doubt".
- I learned that I'm a good father, but I have a long way to go there as well.
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