Daddy Never Loved Me
It’s Father’s Day. I’m happy to see all the love shown for father’s all over social media. Even though I’m happy for everyone, I feel a bit of sadness because I never had the love of my father. I had a father. I just never had his love. And when you feel like you don’t have the love of a father, all types of things can result from that feeling. For many years, I had a void, something was missing. And I tried to fill that void in some unhealthy, negative ways. My father is deceased. If he were still alive, I wonder if we would have repaired our relationship. Would he have been a better grandfather to my children than he was a father to me and my three brothers? The pain I’ve felt due to the lack of a father’s love can be found in my writings, particularly in Daddy Never Loved Me and The Power in Words. If you have a father that love you, consider yourself blessed beyond measure. What I wouldn’t give to hear my father say, “Teresa, I love you.” I guess I’ll always