This is not about a game night gone wrong because you actually have to have someone to play a game with. It’s been 5 years, 2 months and 7 days since my parents divorce, and I have accepted it. My mom and my dad moved on and they each have a life of their own. Two years ago my dad had a son and it’s been 3 years since we haven’t spent Father’s Day together, I thought I was okay with it until I got pictures of my dad with his son in the pool, and in the backyard, and riding a bicycle and soon I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down my face, I tried to think of a good memory of my childhood but realized that I have a few and most of them end with my dad angry, or my parents fighting. Happy Father’s Day to me.