Made Me Stronger

I looked up to you growing up.  Even then you'd point out my inferior abilities.  As you smiled while you did it, I figured you were joking.  I always looked forward to cub scouts and karate lessons.  I thought I would follow seeing as how you went to them.  Never happened.  I wanted to be like you.  At a young age I could see the pride in Moms' eyes when she would talk about you.  It's not that I envied it, I just kept trying.  And then you changed.  You went all metal and s**t.  Dressed in all black, hanging out with people that were a little less friendly.  I heard you bought a car, but Dad made you return it.  From what I understand, you got in trouble with the law, and Dad gave you an ultimatum.  And then you took off.

I was the one who answered the call from your recruiter.  I called Mom to the phone.  When she was on it she started to get a worried look.  And I got worried.  She immediately called Dad and I teared up.  As it turns out, you joined the  Army.  The pride in Dad and Moms' eyes shone brightly.  We all rode to San Antonio to rush you to the airport.  Mom and Dad cried as they watched you depart.  It was a scene to be repeated many times.  The last time was when you left for Afghanistan.  Mom cried as we left the terminal.  Dad broke down in the crosswalk.  I had to carry both of my f*****g parents across a four lane street and drive them home while they cried.  Pitting the fact that I've done literally nothing to advance myself against a man who overcame his obstacles, I had no room to complain.  Still don't.

And most recently, last year.  I tipped my hand to fate, and fate won the pot.  I left my home state and staying with you was my only option.  Not that I was looking forward to it, but choices slipped away.  It was what I needed.  Apparently it was what you needed too.  I learned how you truly felt about me.  Not that I've never been hurt by words, but you made your points clear.

And now you live where I wanted to.  All the complaints you made about it while we were there, and then you decide that is your end destination.  You f*****g win.