Thank you. I wrote it a year ago that piece. Felt cathartic getting it out. For years I’d seen ‘the funny side’ if there even is one, trotting it out “my dad didn’t even recognise me at a funeral” amongst anecdotes as you do. But I wanted to write something that was more than that. That conveyed the hurt I felt and masked at the time.
This made me cry :( feel for your young self, can just imagine how you’d have felt at that tender age with him not recognising you. These painful experiences will have shaped your character, perhaps helped you to develop a thick skin. But even after all you’ve been through, the softness in your heart remains.
I didn't want to 'like' it as that doesn't seem an appropriate response. Experiences (+ve and -ve) make us who we are but that doesn't make the negative ones any more palatable. A virtual hug is in order!
Not ideal parenting I know but it’s amazing that the person you project in your writing has such a dramatic background. I can only imagine what that was like. My childhood was a bit Enid Blyton in comparison. 😁
My dad wasn’t a good parent but my mum has been amazing. I think what children need most of all is security and consistency and my mum provided that in bucket loads, as did my grandma who was such a stabilising presence too.
Even my dad has his good points, although I’ve not seen him for 23 years.
Mesmeric!
You are a born writer. It walloped me and I was just reading it.
Bless you and thank you. That makes me smile this morning xx
Wow! Where can I buy the book?
Thank you. I wrote it a year ago that piece. Felt cathartic getting it out. For years I’d seen ‘the funny side’ if there even is one, trotting it out “my dad didn’t even recognise me at a funeral” amongst anecdotes as you do. But I wanted to write something that was more than that. That conveyed the hurt I felt and masked at the time.
This was so good. So many reference points I relate to yet so many more that I can’t believe you had your desk with. Brilliant writing, Julie.
Thank you lovely. Yeah I wrote that last year when I didn’t have as many subscribers so not many people saw it.
Our experiences shape us hey? On we go, grow and glow! X
They do indeed. Always with the red lippy, to add to that glow! ✨
This made me cry :( feel for your young self, can just imagine how you’d have felt at that tender age with him not recognising you. These painful experiences will have shaped your character, perhaps helped you to develop a thick skin. But even after all you’ve been through, the softness in your heart remains.
Water under the bridge now, hey?
On we go…..with a smile 😊 💋
I didn't want to 'like' it as that doesn't seem an appropriate response. Experiences (+ve and -ve) make us who we are but that doesn't make the negative ones any more palatable. A virtual hug is in order!
Bless you xx
Not ideal parenting I know but it’s amazing that the person you project in your writing has such a dramatic background. I can only imagine what that was like. My childhood was a bit Enid Blyton in comparison. 😁
My dad wasn’t a good parent but my mum has been amazing. I think what children need most of all is security and consistency and my mum provided that in bucket loads, as did my grandma who was such a stabilising presence too.
Even my dad has his good points, although I’ve not seen him for 23 years.
What an amazing story, Julie, and so well told.
Yeah, bit of a depressing one but such is life…..sometimes at least. Not always.
A phenomenal read. And tremendously brave of you to write about something so emotionally harrowing. Thank you Julie.
Thanks. My teenage years were so full of emotional drama in one way or another.
It takes great resilience to go through such experiences and not lose the sense of wonder that comes out in your lovely posts. What an achievement.
When we lose our sense of wonder, it’s game over really. X