Lies. He told so many lies. Really nasty messy divorce when I was young. And off he went with no forwarding address. I still live in the small town where I grew up.
Fast forward 26 years. I’ve done fine without him. But after hearing about his heart attack I’ve just paid £17 to search him on 192.com. And I think I’ve found him.
I haven’t cried over him for so many years. But here I am now sobbing my heart out. He doesn’t deserve these tears. But he’s old and he’s going to die one day. Possibly sooner rather than later. I’m so confused.
I have no siblings. Just feel so alone.