It's always been too easy for me to look at what my father did and not who he was as a person.
I saw how he cheated on my mother with other women during the short time they were together and I saw how that hurt her deeply. Then I saw his complete abandonment of me and my mom. It was like we were tossed off a train in the middle of the desert left to die.
Now let me emphasize that I know how much I've been blessed. I will talk about that, but not now.
But, I never spent a whole lot of time looking at who my dad was as a human being. There had to be more to who he was as a person. My mom married him. She must have seen something in him.
How much did she know him before they were married?
He had to have some goodness in him. What about his childhood? His teen years? Young adult? His siblings? His dad? His mom? What were the tipping points that changed him?
I grew up with the fear that I'd be like him and run away from problems. When life pinched me, I would wonder if I had it in me to run away like my dad.
I'm still here.