Ten years ago the father of my two daughters was just a customer at Subway trying to get my number. Today he is husband, father, provider, community member extraordinaire, impressing mothers and likely intimidating fellow fathers on the daily.
Last Mother’s Day I begin opening the Pandora’s box of what would become a complete life breakdown. If I had any clue as to what the year ahead would hold I doubt I’d have poked such a beast. But I did. I awoke something deep and stirring within — and it fucked shit up, no doubt.