He left. He left us to be the baddy he chose to be. I was six years old when
my dad walked out on my mom and me. It’s had a huge impact on my life. Years later, I found out he’s been in and out of jail for many terrifying reasons. He wasn’t the man I grew up thinking he was. I felt as if the whole time I had this made up father figure in my mind. Listening to everyone else’s stories helps me cope with the thought of my so-called “father” being that bad man and helps me to stop feeling sorry for myself and always wishing I had my dad. Listening to others has taught me that so many other people have it worse.

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