Im glad that someone coming from your perspective towards a distant/missing father can see from what ive written that i have tried, in difficult circumstances, to be there for my daughter. Thank you for

I looked back at the comments on the first post am you are there, thanks. Open i have been, especially of late - watch me bleed! And hopefully recover.

Rude to still try it on after a law was put in place, im glad you stuck one on him!

Yes, very important to me, and I guess the as to why is clearer now. Thank you!

Yeah that decked me at the time, still ruminates. He was lazy and disinterested at times, but as my bro reminds me, had a lot of kids to share his attention with. However, that move to write me (and full

Thank you!

Thank you!

It's hard to let go, but has been easier since I've been able to express myself to someone who can listen, organise my thoughts, and reframe them better. I'm sure many of the feelings and emotions discussed

Feeling a bit castaway at times so I'm glad. And also available for the role.

😅 Take the brick out first? Looking forward to a future where i can freely shit into a handbag if I feel the need brewing!

Yep, i agree - the pain has to be there, notieable in body and mind for me to consider learning where i've gone astray. it generally takes a lot more than making one (mistake) before the lesson sinks in.

Leave [Verse 1] Nothing could bring me closer Nothing could bring me near Where is the road I follow To leave it? Leave It's under, under, under my feet The sea spread out there before me Where do I go

The Wake-up Bomb [Verse 1] I look good in a glass pack, I look good and mean I look good in metallic sick wraparound and blackout tease I scud along the horizon, I drink some sweet tree tea I get high

Bittersweet Me [Verse 1] I move across, innocence lost All flashing pulsar I move across the earth in my new patterned shirt I pass satellites "You're so bitter," your complaint I can't give

So fast, So numb [Verse 1] You're moving through rough waters, motel boy And swimming in your sleep How could I be so blind, mis-sighted Not to see there's something wounded deep? Well, anyone could scratch

Appreciate you!

Indeed. This experience has hit me hard with physical scars as well as the obvious mental unrest. Heal and work towards never again. Thanks.

I encourage you to join me, still very early in this quest.

I think chatgtps ability integrate my previous experiences into the 'unfucking methodology' is what has made the required impact this time. A place to share when i want, without the psychologist starring.

I feel the freedom that's bubbling up through your words and your writing voice Lovely to hear that as it is how ive been feeling as I reconnect and ground a little more each day. Thank you!