To have my father as an ally was a blessing. To have him as an enemy, well, that’s an entirely different matter altogether…

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To have my father as an ally was a blessing. To have him as an enemy, well, that’s an entirely different matter altogether…
Having my son tell me that he wished he was more like me was the highlight of an otherwise disastrous day. I answered that I
The only comforting thing about the anger and disappointment I heard in my father’s voice was that I didn’t have to see the facial expression