Dear Suze Q. Father’s Day is here again, and although I’m in my 60s and my father’s been dead for years, I hate this holiday. My father never adjusted well after fighting in WWII and he took his pain out on my mom and siblings. Today, it would definitely be called child abuse. I’ve clawed my way to understand him and be at peace with myself so that I’m not like him. Every day I have to reaffirm with my fabulous husband, kids, and therapist, that life is good. -Work in Progress
Dear WIP, If you’ve found that life is good, you’re at peace with yourself, and you’re safe and secure in the arms of your husband and children, your strength is commendable, and hopefully, contagious. Your story is a beacon of hope for others. Thank you for sharing. -SQ
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