Lessons I Learned From the Only Time My Father Said He Loved Me
This doesn't mean I will give him a free pass for the damage he has done to me.
It had been two days since I had run away from home. Tired of the psychological abuse inflicted by my parents, and the memory of the physical one still quite fresh in my mind, I had decided it was enough and fled to a friend’s house.
Truth be told, I was only waiting for the moment when I turned 18 to do it without the risk of having the police drag me back home.
Still, they found me too fast for my comfort. To this day, I wonder who gave away my exact location, probably moved by my parents’ tears and pleas of wanting to find me as soon as possible to figure out why I had decided to go away.
Yeah…they claimed they didn’t know.
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