A few days ago was the first time in a very long time that I was open with my Dad about a piece of my past. We were talking on the phone, and he brought up the NFL Draft, and how my friend got drafted. He asked if I thought my ex boyfriend would get drafted. I told him that he should if he stays away from alcohol, drugs, and girls, and gets focused about his life. This lead into a deeper conversation hinting to why I moved from Utah to Florida. I had to escape a lifestyle that was taking me down the wrong path. I opened up and told my Dad that, my ex had asked me to marry him this summer. I told him, that for awhile I was so happy, but then I reflected back on my life, and I would never have the life I wanted if I stayed again. For once I felt like my Dad could understand my heartbreak, and a piece of what I expereinced. I think it was shocking to him to find out, the things that used to go on in my life that no longer do. It was a good connection, I feel like he understands a piece of me now that was missing for a long time.