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I’ve never in my whole life doubted that my father loves me.
I never really accepted that my mother loved me until not too long before she died. She resented me so much when I was young, and I still internalize so much of what she taught me about me (see the “guest post from my brain” from earlier today). I give her a pass for being both crazy and dead. I always knew my Daddy loved me, and while I am surprised that he was able to say the words he said to me tonight, I’m not surprised that he meant them. I’m not surprised by the look in his eyes as I spoke to him, or the feeling in his voice when he answered me, or the tenderness when he put his arms around me and stroked my hair. I’m not surprised. But I’m also never gonna take that shit for granted.
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biggest hugs to you both tonight xo
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