Two nights ago, I was talking to my dad about his life - and the conversation led to my childhood. Â From age 7-14, I didn't see him much - maybe once a year.
I barely knew him as I approached my teen years. Â Except I do remember in vivid detail the love, affection and attention he had shown me before the separation.
There was a dramatic moment in my life when I was 14 that changed our relationship - but by then, I was on my way through puberty - so I resisted my dadâs affections.  It was a rough start.  Iâll share another time, the turn of events that drew me near.  But suffice it to say, I never really new âhisâ side of the divorce story.
We shared about a great deal of this thoughts, but I realized I didnât know how he felt. Â It prompted me to ask how he felt when my mom divorced him and left with me. Â I had never thought about it until that night - and it was the most passionate I've ever heard him speak. Â So I quietly pulled out my phone to record.
What I hadn't expected...
He said something that sparked a burning pain in me. Â I think up until now, Iâve never truly shared, or even admitted to myself, how much pain Iâm in every day.
I wanted to share an except of that conversation. Â Hope you enjoy...