My biological father died this morning. Just found out.
I feel incredibly strange. A mix of sadness, relief and guilt.
He was never very nice to me. I saw him once a week when growing up for 3 hours, and then as I matured and found out what he had done to my mum and I when I was tiny I found it hard to forgive him. He was an alcoholic.
I haven’t seen him for 8 years. Stayed in touch with phone calls, and spoke to him a couple of weeks ago which was a positive conversation so that’s something.
I just feel like I want to cry but I don’t have any right to. Does that make sense?!