We're in NYC. Tiny hotel room. Hubby has a bad cold, but needs to be on his feet and selling 10 hours each day. If I'd stayed in the bed I would have killed him, so besides the shower, the only place I could sleep was the closet.
It’s a sad, all too familiar story: harsh, distant, alcoholic father, sensitive, shy daughter always seeking his love and approval. Although there were flashes of kindness, most of my dad’s feelings had been buried long before. Even as...
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Steve__Anthony says,
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Ha!