5 years

It was five years ago today that my dad passed away. I remember that day as though it were yesterday. He was only 68 years old, and it all happened so fast. First, let me give you some background on my relationship with my dad. My parents divorced when I was six, so my sister and I spent the weekends with him. I honestly dreaded the weekends, because he had such a bad temper. He never laid a hand on either of us, but he was scary when he was mad and he got mad easily. I felt like I had to walk on egg shells when I was around him. Now that I'm an adult with anxiety, I recognize his anger as a response to his own anxiety. As a kid though, all I saw was a daddy who got angry at the littlest thi

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