One of the steps to healing a deep wound is to tell your radical truth so here is mine.
I AM A DADDYLESS DAUGHTER.
My father made a living in a sports entertainment field and traveled a lot, passing through towns, cities and countries, drinking and carousing. It was a "love 'em and leave 'em" mentality back then, so I don't begrudge my father the lifestyle he had when he was young. I could have been one of countless children he left behind without knowing after a one night stand.
But I'm not. My story is different.
My father came to Vancouver for work and actually had a relationship with my mother for a number of months. When she became pregnant, he promised he would bring her (and me) on the road with him and would always take care of us. Then, several months into her pregnancy, he left and never came back. The last time my mother spoke to my father was on the phone the day I was born.
I grew up having to see my father on TV, knowing that he didn't want me. Very painful, indeed. I made several attempts to reach out to him over the years, but he always refused contact.
As a direct result of my father's abandonment and repeated rejections, I have spent my whole life feeling:
Even though I am well on the road to healing, as with all abandoned children, the scars we are left with will never fully go away.
There you have it. My Radical Truth.
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