Two people work through anger and resentment toward their fathers. They explore what unresolved hurt looks like, why rage often masks deeper pain, and how to move toward healing instead of staying stuck in bitterness.
I just want you to see what happens inside of you. You let it hit you. It feels true. Great. If it doesn't feel true, that's okay. So connect to that heat in the body, that tension for sake, Stan. You pretended like I wasn't there growing up. And I'm pretending now like you're not here. After you've passed. You acted like I wasn't around as a kid. And so I'm ignoring you now. Even in your death.
My head is hot. That rose from boring. Feels like it's a conscious thing. It's actually less than that. It's to the point where it's out of my mind. It's sad. My anger and my resentment towards you has shut the door on you even being here. And I see you and I'm reminded of you. And you're just passing ship in the harbour that I don't have to get any boarding time. And I've missed him for way longer than he's been gone. To allow that into my heart acknowledges the fact that the fleeting moments of him trying to be there. My heart is still not enough because I didn't trust it. It wasn't relatable, it wasn't heavily connected to me. Because he disconnected to me or from me all those years ago when I left home.
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