I was 23 when I cut my father out of my life. He'd struggled with booze, rage, and being good enough. When he died in 2010, he was a convicted felon. I'd made the right call. Still, he was my father.
Thank you for sharing. I especially resonated with the attempts to assuage your father’s feelings, even whilst your own were subdued. Such a potent reflection on a relationship that needed to be severed for your own sanity and health.
Thanks, Kimberly, for seeing that dynamic. The severing was, indeed, so necessary. It's amazing that, when our next move is undeniable, we can either ignore it or go for it.
This is beautiful and very moving ❤️
Thank you so much, Katie. xo
Thank you for sharing. I especially resonated with the attempts to assuage your father’s feelings, even whilst your own were subdued. Such a potent reflection on a relationship that needed to be severed for your own sanity and health.
Thanks, Kimberly, for seeing that dynamic. The severing was, indeed, so necessary. It's amazing that, when our next move is undeniable, we can either ignore it or go for it.
Very moving. Thanks for sharing
Thank you so very much.
Lovely
Thank you, my friend.