I didn't know how to be loved when I got adopted by Julie. I just, and she went through the ringer with me. Oh man. Like she even, she gave me journals about when I would take off. I took off for like four and a half months. Like I, I put her through a lot. And so when she finally was like enough's enough, like I'm so hateful and resentful towards her for that. However, today I see why, because she, my daughter is so bright and so brilliant. I don't get to talk to her, but I get to see pictures of her and she's on the 4-H club. She does archery. Like she's a straight A student. Like she has an immaculate life. And I don't know if I could ever give that to her. So I'm grateful for where she's at my mom's done a beautiful job with her wow and i'm so grateful to at least see it from the sideline