I don’t know of a single adult who feels they had a father who really deeply and functionally loved them. Well, ok, I know of one… but not personally. I dissociated most of my childhood. My brothers have so many more memories than I. My first memory of my father
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A friend of mine was telling me how much fun she had recently when her sister came to visit. They spent a few days in a quaint little town called Blackrock, once a mining town turned gaming town. My friend’s sister, we’ll call her Marie, is quite new to the
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