People ask me all the time about my dad. People ask me all the time what it’s like to grow up with a single mom. I don’t blame them for being curious, how could I? It’s human nature… we all want to know everything. What I don’t appreciate is the pity. I don’t need it and I don’t want it, so don’t give it to me. I’ve learned that that’s not an easy request to fill… I can see it in your eyes when the topic comes up. But it’s ok. I get that it’s hard to not look at me differently once you know.