sorry, not sorry, not going to care about christmas because i grew up with a loving, psychologically supportive father in constant state of peace, happiness, and excitement about the future.
hearing the key in the door was my own personal “christmas” for almost 20 years.
hearing the key in the door was my own personal “christmas” for almost 20 years.
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Knowing the context is…another experience
I miss my dad a little more on holidays, but not for any real reason, I just miss him.
I also had a loving and supportive father. My mother was a loving and supportive ball of bipolar chaos, so that was hard. And both of them were undx'd NDs. So yeah. I miss them both so much it breaks my heart almost daily. I wish they were here. They were amazing and wonderful!