24 March 2009

Father

My father isn't an enigma. There isn't really anything to understand. He loved my mother and he loved his children, it's just that he loved his addiction more. A day that doesn't go by when I don't reflect on one thing: No matter how much I try, I can never live down the fact that I am just like him - a man who hangs onto his addictions no matter what.

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