“I think…I think he’s gone” I said as I fell into my mothers arms in tears. I don’t understand how someone who said he would be there for me and watch me grow up, could just leave. I thought I knew pain but abandonment hurt worse. Honestly, I should’ve known, we went from hanging out every weekend and talking everyday to only messaging once a week. Every conversation was “I don’t have to be here” or “It’s not my fault you feel this way”. It was always “Oh yeah, I could do this for you” then “I’m sorry, I can’t” followed afterwards. My father always knew which buttons to push.

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