I don’t know how I feel. He spent a lot of his life angry and unhappy but he enjoyed parts of being a dad when we were in primary. He made wooden toys for me, took me swimming and bike riding. But it was such an angry, u happy home for most of the time after that.
I don’t know how to feel or how to talk about it. I feel the shame that I wasn’t very good at being a daughter.
Sorry, just wanted to put this somewhere.