What really scares me is that I have a son. He will never know violence by my hand. And certainly not that of his mother's. I wonder if this means he will never know the value of truth, and grow up a liar. Fucks me up erry day.
I doubt that. He may never understand your value of truth, but he will understand what it means to be an honorable and truthful man. He will certainly form his own position of what truth means to him, but your influence will add depth to that position. For all my mother's faults, she always said that family was the most important thing to her. While she didn't always live her life that way, that notion also stuck with me. It may not have been a dream she was able to realize, but I'm trying to live that dream for her.