Some days are better than others. Despite all of the disagreements and arguments between you and I, you are family.

You and I don't always get along. I still hold the grudge of you marrying my mom and changing my whole life around. Your marriage plus my mother and I moving into your house has made me experience some of the feelings I never thought I'd ever have to feel. Not all of it was your fault, but some things you've made me feel deeper than I needed.

You might not see how much the little things can hurt, but sometimes how much the little things do mean. Sometimes I'm more sensitive than others, and I know this.

Most days, you're not my favorite person. You manage to get on my every last nerve and push me past all of my limits.

I don't always show my appreciation to you, I tend to get aggrivated with you easily, and I take everything from you to hurt. But the way I see it, I'm toughening up from you, which I never had anyone do throughout my childhood.

You came back around the wrong time. For my mom it was right, for me it was wrong. I thank you for picking up and helping her put the pieces back that were missing. I thank you for destroying me with your words. Even if you didn't mean them all the time, they've made me toughen up.

You've stepped up to the plate to be a parent, something I've never accepted for anybody to do before. It scares me having two parents, and having more than one person in my life. I think that's why I push you away so much: the thought of another person staying in my life like my mom did, scares me.

Every single thing, we have different points of views on. Sometimes we're basically the same person, and those times are my favorite. I love when we can actually agree on something instead of disagree and argue over it.

I wish you understood some things more than other. I wish you understood that it has only been my mom and me my whole life, and everybody who came, eventually left. It's hard for me to accept change, and forcing it on me just makes it harder.

I don't like letting people in, and I hate change. I'm still learning to adjust, so it might take years. You know this, and I know you're trying more and more everyday to back off a little and not be so hard on me about it. I know it probably hurts when I tell you that I don't want another person parenting me, but it's only because it's not what I'm used to.

I appreciate you taking on the responsibility and treating me as your own. As much as I hate referring to you as my father, that's all you've been for the past year. You've taken me in and treated me as your own kid, the same way my mom has done to your children.

Thank you for being there, helping with everything, and making my moms heart stop aching a little more than it did. I love you regardless of anything that happens, and I hope you know that.