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 thinking of that awful question.
I want to cry. I want to do absolutely nothing. I don’t even want to sleep. I just want someone, a man, to sit here with me telling me ‘you’re okay. you’re worthy. you’re beautiful.’ holding me tight and being a support. Never going to happen. Never has happened. And its a sad story.
“"His love is deep, His love is wide, It covers us. His love is fierce, His love is strong, Its furious. His love is sweet, His love is wild, And its waking hearts to life." -Furious by Jeremy Riddle”—
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.