My brother then proceeds to tell me he found my diary. The one I kept back in Jr. High. Back when I had no clue how to keep a diary.
So, it mainly consisted of me complaining about how angry my dad made me.
You know, typical teenage angst.
He read me a few passages. Apparently, my dad didn't like any of my friends, never supported me in the sports he didn't like that I played, and not to mention all the verbal and emotional trauma he caused me.

But, as I remember back to those times, it feels like a life time ago. I mean, my dad and I are so close now. I tell him EVERYTHING. I tell him more than I tell my mom. He doesn't scare me. I mean, there are still a few things I am still hesitant about telling him because I remember what he would have done back then.
Don't get me wrong. He still gets angry and has a short temper. But, it's nothing nearly like what it used to be. At least now, I can talk to him. Feel good to be around him.
He's changed so much since then. It's like he's a completely different person.

Then, I have to think about how much I have changed. Back then, I was lonely, quiet, and super self conscious about my body and personality. I was a people pleaser. I couldn't stand the thought of someone not liking me. So, I went out of my way to make everyone happy. I became the rug everyone walked on.
No more.
I'm a strong, independent, beautiful woman. I'm outgoing and fun. Optimism for the win!