Truth be told, there are lots of crappy dads out there. I had one and I was worried that as soon as Zeke’s dad and I split I would be a part of the ever increasing problem of single moms raising boys without any paternal support. I lucked out. I’m not. Zeke’s dad is a wonderful father who is very present and worships his boy (as he should-he’s a pretty special little shit).

Father’s Day was a couple of days ago and it reminded me of how lucky I am to have a co-parent who loves his kid as much as I do, even if he does get his balls sat upon on a regular basis!

Hats off to the good dads!