When I was in second grade, my parents got a divorce. My dad had always worked odd shifts, and even when they were together I hardly got to see him. However, because of the divorce, I was actually able to see my dad MORE, especially after he switched jobs. I was never really upset by the divorce, to be honest, because I somehow knew that my parents were happier this way.
For a while, my dad was overly helpful - almost to an annoying point. While he never really stopped, his anger issues seemed to get worse. Then, when I was a freshman in high school, my sister and him got into a fight. She stopped seeing him every week, even though I continued going over there. Four years later, she still doesn’t see him, but she moved away to college shortly after the incident anyway.
After the fight, my dad seemed to “wake up.” He started to try to control his anger and realized how grateful he was of the two of us. Whenever he saw either of us, my sister at family events and myself once a week, he tried his best to portray that feeling and showing us he cared. My dad cares for both of us greatly, and I think he just had a hard time showing it. Just as he is grateful for me, I am just as grateful for him and his dorky, quirky-ness. I couldn’t ask for a greater dad. :)