It is not a black-and-white world. Sometimes I wish it were. There are adults who grew up in broken homes and condemn my choices. The truth is they are choosing to paint my reality based on their experiences. I know because people are more than willing to send me an email or tweet and tell me… [Read more…]
However, one of the most painful situations arose when Cassie was four. She stopped calling me “Dad” and started calling me “Sean”. When asked where she got this from, Cassie said it is what her mother told her to do. She was being taught to call her stepfather “dad”. Now other than my pride and… [Read more…]
My daughter hates me. Why shouldn’t she?
Every day in school was not about education or learning but rather it was about getting enough air while not being seen. Everything I did in school was about trying to survive.
March 14, 2010
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