My announcement triggered women to speak words they’d been waiting to say. “I’m going to write a blog for fatherless daughters,” I said. Instantly, their body language responded before their mouths ever did.
Whether I was in the salon, on a play-date with my kids, or at work, women had something to say about their father-daughter relationships (or lack thereof). Without hesitation they recounted memories and words (often painful) of their biological fathers.
“I just met my dad two weeks ago.”
“I don’t know who my father is.”
“My daddy was an alcoholic.”
“I heard my father call my mother a heifer.”
“My dad introduced me as his son.”
Their words indicated that a blog about father wounds was warranted, so I began to write. Excitedly, I shared my new venture with everyone: friends, strangers, and a few members of my family. I posted articles on social media, shared my website link at conferences, and talked about my blog at gatherings among friends. I told everyone who would listen – everyone except my father.
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