I usually enjoy some good music with these threads.
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These little stories about friends and family are pretty touching.
Please allow me to make a contribution.
>Story time, bitches!I have a single sibling and my parents were separated (you know, divorced without actually being married).
We lived with our mother while our father lived on his own.
I'm a very inwards kind of guy. My thoughts weigh heavily in my head and I enjoy alone-time.
Other people sometimes stress me, so I avoid socializing too much.
My mother was nice, along with my sibling, but we still had a few essential differences. I needed space in order to be well, and our ways of thinking differed slightly.
We didn't have many actual issues since we could respect each others' differences. But we were all a little, well, different.
We never did overly much together since we needed a bit of distance. That was our kind of closeness.
My father was another thing, though.
On the occasions where I would come to visit, it would usually just be me spending a day or two at his place. Just the two of us.
He was a good guy. He had an unusual, innate understanding of me. He could easily relate to my thinking and I rarely had to explain myself to him in order for him to properly see what I might be trying to convey.
Besides that, he was clever. Knowledgeable and intelligent. He had a lot in his brain and knew damn well how to use it. Having any kind of discussion with him was glorious.
And he was large too. Bigger than most. He could be an intimidating motherfucker or a reassuring figure, depending on the situation.
It was always funny for me whenever family members (aunts, uncles, grandparents) would state how much I'd come to resemble him.
I had a lot of love for that man.
(To be continued)
