Thank you for the endurance, the kindness, the incredible beauty of your soul.
From rocky, imperfect soil that held you, crushed your roots as you grew…thank you for your blossoming into an inconceivable beauty, measure, and meaning.
Something kind, caring, helpful…far more dazzling than the sun.
ps-the other spelling of that final word applies as well.
😉
ps to ps-thank you for your lovely presence here. ☺️🙏✨
This is such a kind, thoughtful and the most beautiful reply. I loved it so much and everything you said means the world to me.
Thank you so much for honouring me with your words. I'll cherish each of them and keep them in the deepest warmest chambers of my heart.
Thank you so much for your lovely presence here as well. I felt heavy after I published this but your presence and beauty of your words, the meaning they carry gave me a room to breathe.
I appreciate it in more ways that I can express. ❤️
My mother took me away from my father when I was four - she told me we were going on a holiday. I never saw him again. She befriended a paedophile and made me share his bedroom. When I was eight they told me my dad had been found dead in his bath, with an empty whiskey bottle in his hand. He's been there two weeks before his body was discovered. He died of sclerosis, they told me. It was not until I was 40, when my mother died that's I found out it was a lie. I found his sad letters. He had been told I wanted nothing to do with him. He died three years later. In his bath. The cause of death was 'water in the lungs'. I swear that paedophile who became my stepfather murdered him, so he could marry my mother. It took me years to find out who that man was. He was a bigamist. His first wife and her child were killed in a road accident a year after he married my mother. The story he told about them dying in a road accident in 1960 was another lie. Maybe he killed them too. The man my family protected until his death. He broke me. And many other little boys. I couldn't stop him. I tried to get my family to help me. They called me a 'dirty little liar', though I now know they knew what he was. Without their help I could not stop him. He abused boys even after he turned 90. He is finally gone. But his memory remains. I cannot wipe it away. I'm 70 now, shunned by my family. As if they could never forgive me for being a child victim. They are comfortable in their fake Christianity. I am still here. Alone.
I cannot find the words to express what I want to say to you. It feels like saying sorry feels deeply short. But I'm deeply very sorry from the bottom of my heart that you had been through all of this. Thank you so much for sharing all of these vulnerable information here so openly. Your family might have outcasted you but your heart knows the truth. And I believe though he was told otherwise, your father knew it in his heart too. If he didn't , he wouldn't write all of those letters to you. I cannot help but feel hatred towards those people who carry so much cruelty in their heart. But you are not what you experienced. Please free yourself from all the labels that these experiences might have led you to stich it on yourself. It takes a lot of courage to share all of these so openly here and I admire that courage. I admire you and your strength. Thank you so much for being here. I cannot express how much that means to me. I offer you my presence. Readily and steady.
so sorry you went thru this what strength you have because of my own life experiences I was able to learn how to go forward differently what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger we can learn from our past believe that we’re all guided loved exactly where we’re supposed to be in this moment
I'm 70 now and I think my strength is waning. Those awful days, and there were so many, seem closer than they used to. But that man, aided by my mother, persecuted me for most of my life, as did (or do) my family. So I guess it is what it is. I'm still here though.
This broke me as much as Imi's piece. I am at a loss for words for what to say to you, and I'm never at a loss. I hate this cliche, because I've heard it so much myself, I do not know how you survived this and how you process it now, but you do have a support network in those of us that suffered incredibly tough traumas growing up. I am so incredibly sorry. I will sub you because I'd like to read your story.
I felt this in my bones, imi. I also had a very complicated relationship with my father. He died several years ago, unexpectedly. It's a hard thing, working through it all, trying to hold the love and the abuse all at once. Thank you for bravely sharing your story. 🖤
Thank you so much for being here. I'm so sorry for your loss. It means a lot for you to share these here. I appreciate you with all my heart. In ways, this is kinda related with the resonance I felt with your piece 'Mother's Favorite.' I'm very glad to have these meaningful exchanges. 🖤
Dear IMI, I was not the only Father who wasn't taught right. I was left to my own device. What you got was what I learned and I saw it all on my life review. I know what I did I can't undo but I loved you though you wouldn't know. I loved my dad too. His approval was all I needed to keep going. I went to college and my freshman year I only took 4 courses out of fear. I made 3 A's and a B. His first words? What happened for you to get a B? It was always like that. The letter to you up above was the one I wished my dad had left for me. Thank you for reminding me.
Thank you so much for being here and sharing these so honestly. I'm sorry that had to be your experience too. What you described above feels identical to my experience. My father's way of appraisal was through criticism. If I did something good, I would hear one good word then a lot of 'buts' telling me how I can improve. All the time. I grew up with the idea that I was never enough. In time, my thoughts reinforced themselves to show up the same way. I'm sure they wanted us to be the best version of ourselves but sometimes what's best falls short from what a child needs. I appreciate your presence here in ways that my words falls short to express.
Thank you for sharing all of that my friend. I'm sorry to hear that was your experience. I can relate to what you said in so many ways as you related with mine.
"He was hard on me because im a man and I 'needed to learn'" this exact phrase applies for me too.
I really think that's them showing their love in their own strange way. That was how they were taught of love and so the only way they knew how to show it.
My parents recently came to visit me and I too came to the conclusion of the fact that I love them at a distance and not in intense exposure.
Thank you for showing up here and sharing these so honestly. I appreciate it in ways that my words fall short when I try to express.
First of all, this song hurts so much. I had a lump in my throat the entire time I was listening to you, and a tear was welling up in the corner of my eye. You know what? A person doesn't have to go through exactly what you are writing and singing about to understand you; it’s enough just to listen closely, and they will hear both the suffering and the liberation, as well as your readiness for unconditional love. I don't know why—or maybe I do—but in terms of emotional power, this reminds me of the song 'Hurt' by Christina Aguilera. The emotion is so incredibly well conveyed through every word, every breath, every tone, and melody. It is truly a great honor for me to be able to hear, read, and feel this. Thank you.
I cannot say how much it means to me for you to see my presence behind my words. Thank you so much for feeling with me. I appreciate that more than I can express with words. And what you said about being ready for unconditional love… honestly that brought such a relief that I cannot sometimes offer myself because I’m usually toughest on me and the kindest for others and I always try to measure myself to standards that sometimes doesn’t even exist. I recently started asking myself, “why do I always feel like I’m not enough” and following that my parents came to visit me in London and that was where this piece was born from because that was when things fell into places. I love my father more than anything in the world which and i know he loves me the same but still that didnt prevent the haunting wounds he never meant to give. It means a lot for you say suffering and liberation because that captures it perfectly. Thank you so much for being here♥️
Do you know what is strangest about wounds that were never intentional? The person who hurt us was never even aware of it, and we were never bold enough to speak up—because we cared more about their reaction than our own truth, fearing that our truth might intentionally hurt the ones who love us today.
It is like trying to explain the sound of a violin to someone who cannot hear. Liberation comes when you realize they were doing the best they could; they simply didn’t know how to hear the music of the violin. Perhaps they wanted to, but they just didn't have the capacity.
This. Is. Amazing. Thank you for sharing this. Complicated relationships, especially with parents are so awful. Thank you being brave, thank you for sharing this.
dear imi, I am a father and I have a daughter ... your words and especially your song, touched me so deeply that I wept warm tears (of happiness and of deep-seated sadness) ... My relationship with my daughter was for many years, one of joy and complicity... we were so close that we could finish each other's sentences ... you know. Then a couple of years ago ... it all went haywire ... I felt she was shutting me out of her life, blaming me for stuff I hadn't said or done... It almost destroyed me ... anyway, inspired by your story, I am going to write mine. (without the beautiful voice and song, of course ! Ha !) Wish me luck ...
and an infinite thanks for your courage and wisdom in sending this out to us ... 🦋💕
My entire heart felt the warmth of what you described above. Thank you for sharing this wonderful dynamic you had with your daughter. You both are really lucky to have each other. My father and I had something similar when I was little. Sunday's were ours and we'd do our routine where we first bought me a toy then went for supermarket, followed by renting a movie to watch at home afterwards. These relationships really are multi-dimensional. And I know t for a fact that your daughters attitude was due to her teenage years and in a way. But I also want to say, if she's accusing you of something please listen to her side. My father loves me deeply but he never truly heard me in most of ways. Your intention may not be to leave the impact she describes but her story is legit as much as yours. There isn't anyone to point fingers at here as guilty. There is only understanding. No feeling is right or wrong.
It means the world to me, to know that this inspired you. Thank you so much for offering your presence so kindly and for being here holding my story gently. As well as sharinng yours with me.
I can tell how much love you carry in your heart from your words. I'm sure she does too. Sadly, the only permanent thing in life is its impermanence. May we live a life without regrets and let each other know we are being heard.
I'm so glad it landed as profoundly. It is not me singing it is AI but the emotion comes from my words. My writing has always belonged to me and that is a voice in its own way. Thank you so much for your kind words.
that's amazing ! I have no idea how that can be ... (slightly tech deficient !) but in my mind it was you ... with such an amazing voice ... this is a song I will listen to for many years ... thank you for your precious words ... 🦋
Hello imi ... we talked briefly 4 days ago, about father / daughter relationship ... inspired by your wonderful poem / letter to your father, I said I would write my daughter. I have done so, and I would like to show it to you before I sent it to her ... but I don't know how to get it to you .. Do you know ?
So into my own story ... sorry ... I felt deeply for your young self as you went through all the stages . I wish I could have held you in my arms at every step. Parents try to do their best, but some are not armed for that ... I can feel your love for him still, and even some admiration for him ... understanding too ... your writing is strong, and beautiful. 🦋
This recognition means a lot to me in so many ways. I was worried that my writing would do injustice towards the feelings I have for my father. He is the person I love and admire the most in this world. And I guess that's exactly way it hurt so much. I know he loves me with its entirety, in fact even more than that. I also do think parents try their best and there isn't a single day where I thought my father didn't. He just did it in his own way. Thank you so much for reading between my lines and offering your presence so thoughtfully and gently.
My father was disappointed in me for nearly his entire life. The only time I remember him affirming me was when I visited him in the hospital just before the cancer killed him. He cried when I walked into his hospital room because he didn’t expect me to come see him at all. I may have cried too. I’m so glad I went. But now I’m crying again writing this and we old men aren’t supposed to do that. So I’ll stop writing.
Thank you so much for sharing all of this. I'm deeply sorry that you had to experience all of this. I can really relate to what you said about disappointment. Though he never explicitly said that to me, he said it to my sisters million times and I pledged to make him proud. That turned into my biggest curse. I've been living away in London for a while now and they came to visit me recently. The words I heard have been haunting me since.
I'm so glad that you went to see your father too. i can't even imagine the regret that it'd left you with if you chose not going. I agree that's not the ideal experience for nether of us but I really think that was their way of showing their love. The world that my father grew up in required him to be strong and he tried to teach me that strength, not noticing it crushed me. I think your father wanted what was best for you too. Otherwise, he wouldn't cry when he saw you at the hospital. Thank you for showing up and letitng my words touch you. I'm sending you lots of gratitude and love.
Both of my parents did their best to give me the best life they can but their understanding was different. My father didn't leave me with these memories purposefully. Growing up he had to be strong so he tried to teach me strength in his own ways. For me, both of my parents were as close to perfect too and that was the problem. Perfection became a mesure in our household.
If I were to write about my father, it would be almost the same story. I love him. I hate him. Things are never black and white. He is loving; he has also ripped me and my family into shreds. Why I keep forgiving him, I don't know. I guess it is what it is. Thank you so much for sharing your story. ❤️ Reading it meant a lot to me.
Thank you so much for recognising my words so thoughtfully and through such presence because you captured the exact meaning behind my words. It’d have devastate me if this came across as me villainising my father that’s the least thing I’d want. As you so beautifully put emotions are mixed and cant be grouped in a single facet. Thank you for sharing that with me, it means a lot to have you here ♥️
Thank you for your bravery.
Thank you for the endurance, the kindness, the incredible beauty of your soul.
From rocky, imperfect soil that held you, crushed your roots as you grew…thank you for your blossoming into an inconceivable beauty, measure, and meaning.
Something kind, caring, helpful…far more dazzling than the sun.
ps-the other spelling of that final word applies as well.
😉
ps to ps-thank you for your lovely presence here. ☺️🙏✨
This is such a kind, thoughtful and the most beautiful reply. I loved it so much and everything you said means the world to me.
Thank you so much for honouring me with your words. I'll cherish each of them and keep them in the deepest warmest chambers of my heart.
Thank you so much for your lovely presence here as well. I felt heavy after I published this but your presence and beauty of your words, the meaning they carry gave me a room to breathe.
I appreciate it in more ways that I can express. ❤️
My mother took me away from my father when I was four - she told me we were going on a holiday. I never saw him again. She befriended a paedophile and made me share his bedroom. When I was eight they told me my dad had been found dead in his bath, with an empty whiskey bottle in his hand. He's been there two weeks before his body was discovered. He died of sclerosis, they told me. It was not until I was 40, when my mother died that's I found out it was a lie. I found his sad letters. He had been told I wanted nothing to do with him. He died three years later. In his bath. The cause of death was 'water in the lungs'. I swear that paedophile who became my stepfather murdered him, so he could marry my mother. It took me years to find out who that man was. He was a bigamist. His first wife and her child were killed in a road accident a year after he married my mother. The story he told about them dying in a road accident in 1960 was another lie. Maybe he killed them too. The man my family protected until his death. He broke me. And many other little boys. I couldn't stop him. I tried to get my family to help me. They called me a 'dirty little liar', though I now know they knew what he was. Without their help I could not stop him. He abused boys even after he turned 90. He is finally gone. But his memory remains. I cannot wipe it away. I'm 70 now, shunned by my family. As if they could never forgive me for being a child victim. They are comfortable in their fake Christianity. I am still here. Alone.
I cannot find the words to express what I want to say to you. It feels like saying sorry feels deeply short. But I'm deeply very sorry from the bottom of my heart that you had been through all of this. Thank you so much for sharing all of these vulnerable information here so openly. Your family might have outcasted you but your heart knows the truth. And I believe though he was told otherwise, your father knew it in his heart too. If he didn't , he wouldn't write all of those letters to you. I cannot help but feel hatred towards those people who carry so much cruelty in their heart. But you are not what you experienced. Please free yourself from all the labels that these experiences might have led you to stich it on yourself. It takes a lot of courage to share all of these so openly here and I admire that courage. I admire you and your strength. Thank you so much for being here. I cannot express how much that means to me. I offer you my presence. Readily and steady.
I hear you, even if others couldn't.
Exactly be gentle and loving with yourself we’re a work in progress on this earth at this time
so sorry you went thru this what strength you have because of my own life experiences I was able to learn how to go forward differently what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger we can learn from our past believe that we’re all guided loved exactly where we’re supposed to be in this moment
I'm 70 now and I think my strength is waning. Those awful days, and there were so many, seem closer than they used to. But that man, aided by my mother, persecuted me for most of my life, as did (or do) my family. So I guess it is what it is. I'm still here though.
This broke me as much as Imi's piece. I am at a loss for words for what to say to you, and I'm never at a loss. I hate this cliche, because I've heard it so much myself, I do not know how you survived this and how you process it now, but you do have a support network in those of us that suffered incredibly tough traumas growing up. I am so incredibly sorry. I will sub you because I'd like to read your story.
The trials and tribulations of growing up with painful voices in my head and scares on my heart.
Thank you so much for letting my words touch you Claire. I appreciate your presence here in ways that my words fall short from expressing.
I felt this in my bones, imi. I also had a very complicated relationship with my father. He died several years ago, unexpectedly. It's a hard thing, working through it all, trying to hold the love and the abuse all at once. Thank you for bravely sharing your story. 🖤
Thank you so much for being here. I'm so sorry for your loss. It means a lot for you to share these here. I appreciate you with all my heart. In ways, this is kinda related with the resonance I felt with your piece 'Mother's Favorite.' I'm very glad to have these meaningful exchanges. 🖤
Dear IMI, I was not the only Father who wasn't taught right. I was left to my own device. What you got was what I learned and I saw it all on my life review. I know what I did I can't undo but I loved you though you wouldn't know. I loved my dad too. His approval was all I needed to keep going. I went to college and my freshman year I only took 4 courses out of fear. I made 3 A's and a B. His first words? What happened for you to get a B? It was always like that. The letter to you up above was the one I wished my dad had left for me. Thank you for reminding me.
Thank you so much for being here and sharing these so honestly. I'm sorry that had to be your experience too. What you described above feels identical to my experience. My father's way of appraisal was through criticism. If I did something good, I would hear one good word then a lot of 'buts' telling me how I can improve. All the time. I grew up with the idea that I was never enough. In time, my thoughts reinforced themselves to show up the same way. I'm sure they wanted us to be the best version of ourselves but sometimes what's best falls short from what a child needs. I appreciate your presence here in ways that my words falls short to express.
I'm not enough either but your words here don't fall short in my ears.
You're enough the way you are. Nothing more or less. Change the way you see yourself and the world will follow ❤️
I very much feel you. My dad was very harsh on me. He beat me. He was very absent. He was hard on me because im a man and I "needed to learn"
But at the end of the day I love him.
Just at a distance and in short bursts
Thank you for sharing all of that my friend. I'm sorry to hear that was your experience. I can relate to what you said in so many ways as you related with mine.
"He was hard on me because im a man and I 'needed to learn'" this exact phrase applies for me too.
I really think that's them showing their love in their own strange way. That was how they were taught of love and so the only way they knew how to show it.
My parents recently came to visit me and I too came to the conclusion of the fact that I love them at a distance and not in intense exposure.
Thank you for showing up here and sharing these so honestly. I appreciate it in ways that my words fall short when I try to express.
Absolutely. They wanted to harden us for how brutal the world can be. And yes, it is the way they were shown love..
So in a way it's a form of love, just a twisted form..
I agree my friend. Thanks for sharing this one with me.
This is incredible. It carries important emotion 🤍
Thank you so much. That means a lot more than I can say.
First of all, this song hurts so much. I had a lump in my throat the entire time I was listening to you, and a tear was welling up in the corner of my eye. You know what? A person doesn't have to go through exactly what you are writing and singing about to understand you; it’s enough just to listen closely, and they will hear both the suffering and the liberation, as well as your readiness for unconditional love. I don't know why—or maybe I do—but in terms of emotional power, this reminds me of the song 'Hurt' by Christina Aguilera. The emotion is so incredibly well conveyed through every word, every breath, every tone, and melody. It is truly a great honor for me to be able to hear, read, and feel this. Thank you.
I cannot say how much it means to me for you to see my presence behind my words. Thank you so much for feeling with me. I appreciate that more than I can express with words. And what you said about being ready for unconditional love… honestly that brought such a relief that I cannot sometimes offer myself because I’m usually toughest on me and the kindest for others and I always try to measure myself to standards that sometimes doesn’t even exist. I recently started asking myself, “why do I always feel like I’m not enough” and following that my parents came to visit me in London and that was where this piece was born from because that was when things fell into places. I love my father more than anything in the world which and i know he loves me the same but still that didnt prevent the haunting wounds he never meant to give. It means a lot for you say suffering and liberation because that captures it perfectly. Thank you so much for being here♥️
Do you know what is strangest about wounds that were never intentional? The person who hurt us was never even aware of it, and we were never bold enough to speak up—because we cared more about their reaction than our own truth, fearing that our truth might intentionally hurt the ones who love us today.
It is like trying to explain the sound of a violin to someone who cannot hear. Liberation comes when you realize they were doing the best they could; they simply didn’t know how to hear the music of the violin. Perhaps they wanted to, but they just didn't have the capacity.
This one got me right in the heart 😮💨🫂🫂
Thank you so much for feeling with me baautiful. It means a lot o have you here. ❤️
Always 🫂🫂🫂
This. Is. Amazing. Thank you for sharing this. Complicated relationships, especially with parents are so awful. Thank you being brave, thank you for sharing this.
Thank you so much. I mean it with all my heart. It means too much to me.
dear imi, I am a father and I have a daughter ... your words and especially your song, touched me so deeply that I wept warm tears (of happiness and of deep-seated sadness) ... My relationship with my daughter was for many years, one of joy and complicity... we were so close that we could finish each other's sentences ... you know. Then a couple of years ago ... it all went haywire ... I felt she was shutting me out of her life, blaming me for stuff I hadn't said or done... It almost destroyed me ... anyway, inspired by your story, I am going to write mine. (without the beautiful voice and song, of course ! Ha !) Wish me luck ...
and an infinite thanks for your courage and wisdom in sending this out to us ... 🦋💕
My entire heart felt the warmth of what you described above. Thank you for sharing this wonderful dynamic you had with your daughter. You both are really lucky to have each other. My father and I had something similar when I was little. Sunday's were ours and we'd do our routine where we first bought me a toy then went for supermarket, followed by renting a movie to watch at home afterwards. These relationships really are multi-dimensional. And I know t for a fact that your daughters attitude was due to her teenage years and in a way. But I also want to say, if she's accusing you of something please listen to her side. My father loves me deeply but he never truly heard me in most of ways. Your intention may not be to leave the impact she describes but her story is legit as much as yours. There isn't anyone to point fingers at here as guilty. There is only understanding. No feeling is right or wrong.
It means the world to me, to know that this inspired you. Thank you so much for offering your presence so kindly and for being here holding my story gently. As well as sharinng yours with me.
yes, you’re right … I do have to consider her side … she’s rarely available unfortunately … well any way … it’s up to me , I know …
I can tell how much love you carry in your heart from your words. I'm sure she does too. Sadly, the only permanent thing in life is its impermanence. May we live a life without regrets and let each other know we are being heard.
Your song still sends me shivers … I think it’s your voice, actually … bbrrrrr !
🦋
I'm so glad it landed as profoundly. It is not me singing it is AI but the emotion comes from my words. My writing has always belonged to me and that is a voice in its own way. Thank you so much for your kind words.
that's amazing ! I have no idea how that can be ... (slightly tech deficient !) but in my mind it was you ... with such an amazing voice ... this is a song I will listen to for many years ... thank you for your precious words ... 🦋
Hello imi ... we talked briefly 4 days ago, about father / daughter relationship ... inspired by your wonderful poem / letter to your father, I said I would write my daughter. I have done so, and I would like to show it to you before I sent it to her ... but I don't know how to get it to you .. Do you know ?
I’d love to I’ll dm you now
So into my own story ... sorry ... I felt deeply for your young self as you went through all the stages . I wish I could have held you in my arms at every step. Parents try to do their best, but some are not armed for that ... I can feel your love for him still, and even some admiration for him ... understanding too ... your writing is strong, and beautiful. 🦋
This recognition means a lot to me in so many ways. I was worried that my writing would do injustice towards the feelings I have for my father. He is the person I love and admire the most in this world. And I guess that's exactly way it hurt so much. I know he loves me with its entirety, in fact even more than that. I also do think parents try their best and there isn't a single day where I thought my father didn't. He just did it in his own way. Thank you so much for reading between my lines and offering your presence so thoughtfully and gently.
Father / daughter can be a complicated relationship ... much love to you, dear imi
My father was disappointed in me for nearly his entire life. The only time I remember him affirming me was when I visited him in the hospital just before the cancer killed him. He cried when I walked into his hospital room because he didn’t expect me to come see him at all. I may have cried too. I’m so glad I went. But now I’m crying again writing this and we old men aren’t supposed to do that. So I’ll stop writing.
Thank you so much for sharing all of this. I'm deeply sorry that you had to experience all of this. I can really relate to what you said about disappointment. Though he never explicitly said that to me, he said it to my sisters million times and I pledged to make him proud. That turned into my biggest curse. I've been living away in London for a while now and they came to visit me recently. The words I heard have been haunting me since.
I'm so glad that you went to see your father too. i can't even imagine the regret that it'd left you with if you chose not going. I agree that's not the ideal experience for nether of us but I really think that was their way of showing their love. The world that my father grew up in required him to be strong and he tried to teach me that strength, not noticing it crushed me. I think your father wanted what was best for you too. Otherwise, he wouldn't cry when he saw you at the hospital. Thank you for showing up and letitng my words touch you. I'm sending you lots of gratitude and love.
Thank you very much for your reply. It is truly much appreciated.
Thank you so much for sharing your story so honestly. I appreciate it more than I can express with words.
I’m aware of parents like your dad…. Was your mom more supportive? I was blessed with as-close-to-perfect parents as could be….
Both of my parents did their best to give me the best life they can but their understanding was different. My father didn't leave me with these memories purposefully. Growing up he had to be strong so he tried to teach me strength in his own ways. For me, both of my parents were as close to perfect too and that was the problem. Perfection became a mesure in our household.
Oh what shadows can be revealed by our parents neuroses and paranoia!
If I were to write about my father, it would be almost the same story. I love him. I hate him. Things are never black and white. He is loving; he has also ripped me and my family into shreds. Why I keep forgiving him, I don't know. I guess it is what it is. Thank you so much for sharing your story. ❤️ Reading it meant a lot to me.
Thank you so much for recognising my words so thoughtfully and through such presence because you captured the exact meaning behind my words. It’d have devastate me if this came across as me villainising my father that’s the least thing I’d want. As you so beautifully put emotions are mixed and cant be grouped in a single facet. Thank you for sharing that with me, it means a lot to have you here ♥️
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