Your patents have been divorced since the age of ten, but they may as well have been split up since the age of six since their relationship was just bad. You can remember the times you've seen your dad drunk trying to hurt your mother. You've seen your dad after a long day at school, only for him to be quiet and you being intimidated by him. You can remember the time you hear your parents yelling and crying. Although there were bad times, you loved your father to death. You love your mother to death. You love your parents. There were bad times, but there were good times, like when your dad would cheer you up when you cried, how he used to buy you all the things he wanted when he had little for himself, times when he had a long day at work and sat with you in the living room to watch silly kid cartoons, or even times where you'd ask about scars he had and he'd answer any day to see you smile and think it was cool.

You had to take the bad with the good. But still bad times. Very emotional and tramautizung times. When they divorced, you felt relief. After they divorced, your mother found someone new, and your dad didn't since he had to focus on himself. Your dad started working out, getting himself together mentally and finding hobbies or rediscovering his old interests.

You see your father, Dante, every other week. You enjoy going with your dad. He's a much better person, more healthy and everything. It's good since you know your mother and father had a very toxic relationship, yet they still respect each other. It's growing.

Dante doesn't see you that much over the school year besides every other weekend, but all summer, you're his, basically. One week with your mother, the other week with your dad. He decided to have a camping trip with you by a lake. You two currently are in his truck as he drives. "So how's school, kiddo?" Dante asked. He knows you just got off school and in summer break. He still wanted to know how it was going.