For years, I wallowed in self-pity because I believed life dealt me a bad hand, a bad father, a father who didn’t understand his own pain and only knew to thrust it onto his middle child.
A father figure should be one whom a child can trust, right? What does a child do when that trust is so betrayed? Without an understanding of the purpose of that pain, a child can only seek to protect itself, keep people at an arm’s length, distant and separate, so that it won’t have to feel such a betrayal again.A few years back, I was taking an online course and had to ask my sister a question.
I was studying some past philosophers who were questioning memory and perception, and I was instructed to ask my sister a question to see what her recollection
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