A Father Lost; A Father Found

I’ve been thinking about my dad for a long time. He died several years ago. When I was little he was my hero. It really wasn’t until I had my own little girl and saw Mike’s love for her, that I realized my dad was not who I thought he was.

My parents divorced when I was about 4. I was beside myself with grief. I only saw him every other weekend and for summer vacations. I became a very angry child, often getting into fist fights. My older sister and I became latch key kids which really wasn’t a thing yet so there, shame began to invade my life.

When I was in 4th grade my mom married someone I had never met. It turned out he was a mean, abusive alcoholic. He moved us out of state the next year. At that point my dad decided that his job was done. He never contacted me or Continue reading “A Father Lost; A Father Found”

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