a few months back he sent me a text, no words, but two photos of me from my teenage years. i know that he's searching for some way to connect, but i am just as stubborn (unfortunately) and what i need from him are words.

I never did like your father. Maybe my insecurity, understanding that I can't always be right helped me.

i feel that he had his own troubles growing and maturing, things that he has never examined, that have colored his thinking, but he rarely thinks himself wrong.

thank you for your thoughts.