The Daily Prompt asked to nominate someone for TIME’s Person of the Year. I want to talk about my dad, someone I didn’t meet for a long time. I was 20 when my dad came into my life.
For the first 20 years, I thought I had a dad, a sham of a father. He only came around when he wanted, abused my mother and I, looked down on us, and threatened us even after we finally got away. Some of his shit still crops up now and again that mom or I have to deal with.
My little developing child mind fixed that these are the kinds of things a Dad does. He says he loves us, and this is what fatherly love looks like.
No wonder I didn’t want kids. No wonder I didn’t want a family. No wonder I was so okay with being alone my whole life.
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