Excerpt
By the time I was eight years old, I had already lost three fathers—Bill, John,
and Noel. Each one abandoned me. Each one wounded me—emotionally and
psychologically. At an age when I was supposed to be carefree, brimming with
happiness and laughter, I frequently felt a deep sadness, an abiding loneliness.
Nothing seemed powerful enough to permanently soothe the agony I felt. I had no
well of wisdom from which I could draw to communicate any of this. consequently,
the personal narrative I wrote, through actions and thoughts, was laden with
grief. What could I do to cope with the loss of these three men?
A girl abandoned by the first man in her life forever entertains powerful
feelings of being unworthy or incapable of receiving any man's love. Even when
she receives love from another, she is constantly and intensely fearful of
losing it. This is the anxiety, the pain, of losing one father. I had had three
fathers toss me aside; the cumulative effect was catastrophic.
It was a potent tragedy begun even before I knew my name, one from which I was
unable to escape for years.
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