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“You’re not my father. At least not anymore.” I shook my head as if that was enough to chase the tears away, but it wasn’t. “You can’t just reappear suddenly out of nowhere after all these years and what? Hold me and my husband at gunpoint?” my voice was raw, full of bitterness and heartache that I thought I was long over with. All my life, it’s been one disappointment after another. First he walked out of my life before I even knew what abandonment was. Then my mother marries an asshole who subjected us to abuse. The guys I dated in a desperate attempt to fill up that hole of a father figure in my life were just as bad. I got into all kinds of drugs at a young age to cope, but even then, that wasn’t enough. It felt as though my life was spiraling, until I eventually got my s**t togeth
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