I see the way my son looks at me. He looks are filled with awe and admiration. Even something as simple as fixing a toy, gets a level of appreciation that is boundless. In his eyes, I'm a superhero and I can no wrong.
But one day, that image is going to change. He'll start seeing me as I am, flaws and all. And when that day comes, I'm going to be relieved. Sure, he'll be crush and struggling with the realities of growing up, but I'll be free. Free of the image, and work needed to keep it up. The time consuming tasking of pretending to be the man, I want him to be.
It is only then I can go back to the man I was before he was born. Go back to the man, I was proud to be, the man I worked hard to craft, and always longed to be...
... I can be an asshole again.