“My person was actually my father. He was fun, handsome and charismatic. He attracted people to him and could light up a room. I adored him. He was a singer and played in clubs with his band. My mother never went as she stayed home with me and my younger sister. In one of these clubs he met another woman and began a relationship with her. After about a year they had a child that I didn’t know about until she was four years old. During the years when I was 7-12 I never saw my dad. He basically abandoned us for 5 years. We had a very rough time as my mother couldn’t work because my sister was severely handicapped and my mother had to take care of us. I don’t know how we managed all those years. My mother finally got a job running a dry cleaners pick up and drop off and we were able to live behind the front of the store. Things got a little better for us at that point. About this same time my dad suddenly popped back into our lives. He would take us for the weekend to his house with his new family and they had such nice things and a much better life. I was thrilled to have him back. At that time I was so forgiving of him. But now as a 70 year old woman I can’t have good memories about him. He passed away at age 42. It seems like I will never get over the abandonment. I know he loved me but that doesn’t seem to matter. I was wounded and I guess will never heal.”
Carly!23 via Apple Podcasts ·
United States of America ·
09/21/21