The Truth Always Hurts

Have you ever loved someone so much you hated them? Or hated someone so much you loved them? Or maybe you just have a mutual love and hate feeling for them? That's what I feel for Dave. My mom's boyfriend, as you know if you read my previous blog. When it comes to Dave, it's both hard and easy to love or hate him. After everything he has put me through, from, taking away my oppurtunity to see my family, to, taking away almost every chance I have ever had of being happy. He has still been there for me for a large portion of my life. Half of the time, he made a better father than my actual father ever was. As of about, four or five months ago, he was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. He has managed to maintain his blood sugar pretty well. Of course he has his moments where his blood sugar is too high or too low. But, he has been able to handle it. With the diabetes, my mother and I have noticed a slight difference in him. Obviously. He has settled down with his anger a bit. But, he still has his  moments. But, anyways, he went to the doctors the other day for blood work. He got a call from the doctors office today. They told him to come in on the 29th. Three weks away from today. That was the soonest they could get him in. Well, I guess there is something wrong. Something not good at all. They won't tell him on the phone. I guess they want to speak with him in person. Well, this has obviously gotten him, my mother and I worried. I mean, why wouldn't it. I had one of those moments today. The one where, when you hear some bad news about someone that is important to you, and then suddenly, every single moment that you have ever had with that person, flashes before you. All of the good times, and all of the bad times. And you sit there, and suddenly, all of those times mean so much more to you then they ever did before. Somehow, even the bad times mean so much to you. I remember almost everything in my childhood. I don't know how I do it. But I do. I remember when my mom first brought Dave over to my house. All of the times we would all sit in the kitchen cooking dinner, waiting for him to get home. All of the times we had to move to different places. The time, when I had some trouble going on down in the city when I lived there. And I remember thinking that day, that I wished Dave was there with me, because I knew that he would be able to protect me. All of the holidays that we all spent together. One of my facorite memories was on Christmas 7 years ago. My mom had been saying for so long that she didn't want a dog. But, Dave was late coming to my grandmothers house and no one knew why excpet for my grandmother. Well, what had happened was, he went a bought a dog. He brought him into the house and my mother flipped. So bad. It was so funny. But, she obviously got used to it, seeing as how we still have the dog. I gotta say, even through all of the times I wished my mom had never met Dave. He is still one of the most important people in my life. I know that, no matter how many times he's yelled at me and kicked me out of this house, or told me that he didn't like us kids, or anything like that, he would always be there for me. If I ever actually needed something, he would help me get it. He's like my dad. And, I couldn't stand to see him leave. As much as I hate to admitt it, I do love him. Well, I suppose I should go. Signing off, A Lively Word.