My dad left my mom and me when I was around 8. He didn’t abandon me, just moved far away and he still called and I visited once a year. I never really thought about it much, but now that I have kids that are the age I was when he left, I find myself thinking about it.
Those boys bring me so much joy and self learning, I can’t imagine being away from them for long. The conversations and games, the struggles and pains are all building a bond I hope will last our lifetimes.
I still talk to my dad every once in a while, but I can’t help but think that my dad missed out on so much connection. I’m not sure if he realizes it, and I don’t feel like bringing it up because I don’t want him to feel bad about it, because it made me who I am today, a loving present father.
Over the course of my life I’ve honed my ability to identify toxic people. They’re usually a combination of bitter, pessimistic, vengeful, and egotistical.
I tend to stay away from those people.
I’ve never met a truly toxic Bitcoiner.
I was thinking of reading the Bible to my boys (5,8) for bed time. Which recommendations does #biblestr have? I found this one on Amazon.
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