The Thank You Letter My Step-Dad Deserves

The Thank You Letter My Step-Dad Deserves

Family doesn’t always flow through our veins, but instead lives in our hearts

To My Step-Dad,

Thank You.

Thank you for never trying to be my father, or to replace him, but instead for fostering friendship and giving me advice and constructive criticism when I so sorely needed it.

Thank You for not hating me when I did nothing but hate you. I was hurt and sad and I felt like no one would ever understand what it meant to have their family torn apart. Except you did understand, even when I didn’t realize it. You didn’t push, you supported me and you worked to be my friend, my confidant, someone I knew I could call.

Thank you for treating my mom the way she deserves to be treated, for elevating each of our personalities and accepting them. Thank you for teaching me about love, selflessness and how to be a friend.

Thank you for reminding me that we should work hard for the things we want, but to take time off for the things that matter.

Thank you for taking time off for me. For driving to help me hang photos in my first apartment, for the times you hear me complain, and how you know exactly what to do to fix those problems. Thank you for not just listening to me, but for hearing me. Even if I talk for hours.

Thank you for not judging me by my mistakes, my shortcomings and my failures and instead by the ways I recover from them.

Thank you for being my second dad, even when I was certain I would never need one. Thank you for never making me choose.

Thank you for the ways you respect my memories, for your interest in our life before you were part of it. Thank you for sharing your past with us. Our lives didn’t start seven years ago when you started dating our mom, thank you for not acting like it.

Thank you for your sacrifices, for your laugh, for your new perspective. Thank you for connecting with my brother when I couldn’t. Thank you for loving our mother when she needed it most.

Thank you for taking our broken family and being really, really good with superglue. We are seamless now, we are happy again, we laugh and we are friends.

Thank you for making family mean "home" again.

The thing is, I got lucky. I got really lucky, I have a step dad who loves me like a daughter, jokes with me like a friend and reminds me what kind of love I want when I am older.

Thank you for being my parent when you didn’t mean to and for teaching me that love is friendship and laughs, that it’s being goofy and thoughtful. It’s putting people around you first, even if they don’t always deserve it. Thank you for showing me that you never need to yell to be heard, that listening is more important that talking and that we always have family to turn to; family doesn’t always flow through our veins, it lives in our hearts.

Thank You.

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You've been my hero and role model from the time you came into my life. You don't know how to say no when family comes to you for help. You're understanding, kind, fun, full of life and you have the biggest heart. However, you're honest and strong and sometimes a little intimidating. No matter what will always have a special place in my heart.

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Home For The Summer

Home sweet home.


Now that school is finally over, I packed up all my stuff and finally got to go home and be with my family again. More specifically, I got to see my dog.

Moving out was a hassle. I didn't realize how much crap I actually had. Sure, it started off not too bad when I moved in, but over the course of the year, more and more stuff came into my possession. By the time I was supposed to move out, it was like I had twice the amount of stuff from when I started. It took two days to officially move all of my belongings back home.

Since being home, I've noticed a couple of things.

First of all, my mom missed me a lot. Hi, Mom. :)

It's not like when I went to college, I completely disappeared from my mom's life or anything like that. We talked on the phone often, and she would visit me sometimes to take me and my sister out to dinner or something with our dad. Also, with the number of times I had gotten sick throughout the entire year, it was like every other week I came home.

The first day I came home, she made a run to the store and called me asking if there was anything I needed, and I said not to my knowledge. She came home with a crap ton of my favorite ice cream and snacks, just because.

Another thing she's been doing is cooking every night. My mom works during the week, so understandably when she gets home, she doesn't always feel like slaving away in front of the stove to make dinner. However, for whatever reason, my mom has made it her sole mission to make me gain 20 pounds by the time the fall semester comes around.

She knows I hated the food at school, so whenever she cooks dinner, she mentions that I love being home because I get to have real food. I mean, I'm not complaining. Who doesn't love a homecooked meal?

I can tell my dad is pretty happy about me being home with the new change in the menu.

Second of all, for the time being, I have A LOT of free time.

Now, this will change once I get my summer job, but as of right now, I have nothing to do. Both of my parents work during the week, and I didn't really keep in touch with the majority of my high school peers, so I have no one to hang out with. I mean, I could see some of my college buddies and sorority sisters, but everyone lives far as hell away.

This is kind of difficult for me. Not because I can't just spend time alone; I have no problem with that. However, I'm used to having a full schedule. Aside from just being used to it, I like it. I'm one of those people who likes to keep busy.

When I'm out and about or have a lot of things to do, I feel productive. Now, I just feel lazy because I literally have nothing to do. To try and counteract this, I've resorted to doing a personal project throughout the summer.

I just need something to occupy my time. Boredom sucks.

I'm glad to be home, though. Living at college is great, sure, and you have all this freedom to do whatever you want and you won't get in trouble or whatever, but I don't really care about all of that. Family is very important to me.

My mom, as crazy as she is, is my best friend, I tell her everything. Living away from that can really stink. Makes me wonder if that is why I kept getting sick so much. Like it was my body's way of forcing me to go home and be with my family.

This summer is going to be a much-needed break from school. I'm excited to see where things go.


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