"Dammit, Dad. I got the worst of both you and mom," I told him as I chuckled.
We had been discussing how things were going lately and this little gem of self awareness blurted out of my mouth.
"I got your laissez faire attitude about life and I got mom's mental illness and obsessive compulsiveness. I am just screwed."
My father laughed and laughed. As if it was really a laughing matter. Sometimes you have to smile at your foibles, though.
"Your brother says all three of you got some of it," he replied.
"Yeah, but they made doctors," I furthered. "I haven't made anything yet."
"You do damn good to have gone through what you have," Dad said, trying to bolster my spirits. "I am very proud of you."
That made me feel good and I look forward to seeing him tonight when he gets back in town. My cheerleading section has been on vacation and he has been sorely missed.