“We’ve been friends for at least three years,” Sinako said. Astonished.
“You’ve never ee-ve-en men-tion-ed that to me?”
It seemed strange to me too. I mean. Hmm.
Three years is a fairly long time. In all fairness, I never sat and actively thought: this, I will hide!
If it is that I have consciously hidden this part of my life, it must be because of the “poor little fatherless darlings” narrative. I have heard it too often. It wears me out.
On reflection, it must have been in those moments that I wrote a note to self. To remind me to hide this.
I am not sure why…
I may have done so to break away from the stats: the behaviour problems, higher aggression, more likely to go to jail stats. The girls without dads are more likely to become preteen mom stereotypes.
Thinking about it, I quietly laughed to myself in amusement. Wondering if a more academic word had been coined yet for daddy issues. Continue reading “The mother who chewed her tongue Pt1”