My father and I lost contact when I was 12. We didnβt speak again until I was 23. It was a complicated situation but I never really knew just HOW MUCH his absence affected me until we got back in touch and started mending our relationship. I knew it hurt, and I was so sad and broken hearted. I miss him everyday but I never really understood how much it was taking from my overall happiness. I never wanted to play into the whole βdaddy issuesβ stereotype, but damn if my entire brain hasnβt changed since having him back in my life. Iβm softer again. My hard edges finally chipping away to left my kinder self back out. Itβs wonderful. I donβt hate love anymore and I donβt hate being loved anymore.Β
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Repairing Burnt Bridges
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