I could talk to other people and say, ‘My dad is a good guy, but he’s a little sad because his life didn’t work out, and sometimes that sadness makes my life difficult,’ and they would say, ‘Same here,’ and I’d just move on. But you disappeared, and how could I talk about that with people I’d just met? I had to erase you from my mind so as not to think that I’d failed you in some way.
