Like Father, Like Daughter: Finally Learning Who I Am

I never understood why my father left. I never understood why I was not allowed to ask questions about hi to anyone in my family. At some point, the narrative changed. My mother would tell me that he loved me more than he loved anyone else in the world, but in his own way.

I spent my entire life wishing for my father to be present. Sure, I grew up in a family that loved me, but something was missing...my dad. The ever-present wound that oozed into every aspect of my life: Securty. Self-este...