Someone asked me, “How has your development been different since you’re fatherless? How has it affected you?” It really took me by surprise because I thought I got passed that question being asked of me. I thought about. I gave the person a very analytical response without any emotion or real sense of involvement within the situation. Nearly a stoic response. But I sit here now...
His love is deep, His love is wide, It covers us. His love is fierce, His love...
I love even when I tell someone straight to their face with tears running down my face, “Don’t do *this* to me”, they do it again within hours of you telling them not to! I’m over being part of something that literally rips me apart.