wrote my dad a six-page letter, three pages of gratitude and three pages of wounds, and read it aloud. It felt important. I had done the work, including years of counseling, but I had never shared with him the hurt that some of his behaviors had caused me.
Know what? I did something like that too, years ago, when I was going through a trauma. And I wish I could un-do it. It was not worth it. It resolved nothing. It just convinced me that I could not have a real relationship with my dad and mom.
