SO I EITHER ADORED my dad or was frustrated and at the end of my rope. There was a lot of back-and-forth. I never knew which dad I would get, the one who met my needs or the one who couldn’t. I’d be frustrated by him. I’d be angry with him. And then he would understand me and we would be so simpatico and so in sync and have so much fun till along came another moment of total disconnect, and I felt so alone and abandoned.
