So today I saw my dad cry. I never thought it was possible. The man I look up to the most in this world cried on my shoulder as if he needed me more than I need him. He told me things I never thought to hear from him, like how the only reason he didn’t kill himself after his divorce with my mom was because of me. How he loves my mom more than he can ever hope to love his new wife. I feel so selfish now for wanting to kill myself all these years because I am the only thing keeping my father alive, and it hurts so much to think that if I went he would too.