![]() ![]() He’s a decent guy, if you overlook the fact that he prefers football to hockey. If I’m being honest, these days I view Grace’s dad as a father figure. My dad has been sober for nearly four years, and although we haven’t completely mended fences, at least I don’t hate him anymore. Luckily, everything’s changed since then. My poor mom once had to come in for a meeting with my kindergarten teacher because I’d called another kid a “fucking shit-face.” Oh, those were the days… The very bad, unhappy days. I grew up with an alcoholic father whose every other word was an expletive. In the four years I’ve been dating his daughter, I can count on one hand the times I’ve heard the man curse, a drastic contrast to my own upbringing. I like Tim Ivers a hell of a lot, but there’s something very disconcerting about a grown man who uses words like “goofhead.” “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but I feel like a real goofhead for making you do manual labor on Christmas Eve.”ĭragging a clean rag over my chin to wipe a streak of motor oil off, I try my hardest not to laugh. ![]() “You really didn’t have to do this,” Grace’s father insists as I drop the hood of his SUV back in place. ![]()
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