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“It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.”

John Steinbeck

Father’s Day has always been hard for me, and I don’t know why I thought this year was going to be different, maybe it was wishful thinking that it would be easier, that suddenly the pain of a “presently absent” Father would heal itself; I was naively, foolishly wrong. This year isn’t any different than it has been for the, almost, 31 years of my life. My Father is a topic that is still an open, gushing wound. I have been through therapy, I have talked to him, I have forgave him, I have battled the inner demons that were left behind because of this man, but still, he, or the idea of him, haunt me, relentlessly.

This is not some woes me post, I am…