What is respect? It’s something that comes in all shapes and sizes. It’s not the easiest thing to determine. You don’t have to like that person, and it doesn’t have to be a person you know in person. There’s one person I would say I definitely respect though. Scott Douglas Whelchel, my father. I didn’t used to know him to well because he worked all the time, and when he was home, either I wasn’t or I was doing something else. He’s a very fun guy once I got to know him, and very protective. Although, that is not the reason why I respect him. Since my ma and him agreed to get a divorce, my ma has been a stubborn mule. She refuses to believe that he’s changed. Happiness changes people, I’ve seen it myself. Still my ma was extremely rude to him, even though he went out of his way to be nice to her. He didn’t want the divorce to be like a Hollywood drama. He didn’t want me to be taken away from my ma, he wanted to have split custody so neither one of them would have to go to court or have to pay alimony. He never did anything to her to deserve the treatment my mother gave him. He still has to put up with that. I respect that. I could never put up with my ma as long as he as. Then again he’s had to put up with her for about fifteen years. He is a trooper, I can barely put up with her for a day! It just shows he’s a lot stronger than I am. That is why I respect him.
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