Failing. My father left on my birthday. My BD is right before Christina’s. I watched him put the car reverse and drive away. I forgave him, but I have that hole of not knowing and now I have a 17 year old and a 10 year old. I refuse to leave but I fear I am failing my oldest who has autism. I will never give up on him or hope. He is highly functioning and the 10 year old is solid.

Forgiving is the most important and it requires love. My question sometimes is did my father do it right for me? I am me because of the struggles that my children do not know.

The cycles of doubt that good people go through and yet evil people have no remorse. They are free from doubting and love.