If truth be told, I chose to love my father for my own sake,
not for his.
I was eighteen when I realized that hatred is an acid that eats its container, so I began searching for things in my father I could celebrate.
We can choose to love people we do not like.
As strange as this may sound, I’m writing this for your benefit,
not for mine.
You can aim your thoughts.
?You can change your actions.?
You can choose different words.
?Do these things and you will change how you feel.