My mom and I don’t get along very well at all. Like… There’s a lot I wish I could talk about that she did. But even without all that, she hangs out with the guy that raped me and I’m still hella pissed off about it. She investigated the Church way back when but then something with an Elder.
On the other hand, my daddy is like my best friend. I’m the only child of my dad, so we’re super close. We can stay up and sit on the porch and shoot the breeze til 5 or 6 am, or at 5 and 6 am if we both get up early. We can talk about the Book of Mormon (he also investigated the Church and didn’t wanna join, but recently I got his BoM), we can talk about his travels, I can tell him anything and he’s there.
Yes he helps me financially to an extent, but he has defined who I am in a lot of ways. I <3 my dad.