My dad is pretty much the bees knees

So when I was in fifth grade, my parents started arguing a lot. I didn't really have a relationship with my dad. I always thought he was the bad guy, cause I always saw him yelling. My mom and I did everything together. It was no shock when my parents started the divorce process. My brother was 21 and I was 14. It came down to who I wanted to live with. I chose my dad. I wanted a relationship with my dad, I wanted to keep my dog, and I didn't want to change schools. Living with my dad at first wasn't easy. He was under a lot of stress and I had to grow up rather quickly. There were plenty of times I would just cry, because I missed my mom, and I hated being home alone all the time. My dads workshift was 5 p.m to 3 a.m. Over time, my dad became my best friend. We went to the lake all the time together, we went grocery shopping, and it was just me and my dad in it together. Our relationship became very strong, while my mothers and I's is almost not existent.

I am so thankful to have my dad. He is there for me through anything. Most people think its crazy, that Im able to talk to my dad about  everything. He doesn't give me the best relationship advice in the world, but the only part that matters is that he tries.