I’m grateful that I responded and didn’t react. That’s growth. For the first time in my life, I didn’t respond in anger. I listened. I listened to my father say these things about me, and I was able to come to peace with the fact that I am finally choosing myself. If my father wishes to be stuck in his ways, so be it. I don’t need to be present in his life to continue witnessing his self-destruction and willingness to make everyone else miserable. There’s no peace in that relationship.
In later years, I would ask my father why he’d make such a choice. I grew up looking at photos in my grandmother’s house – our school photos sitting side by side and thinking, how could he ever deny me when I looked just like him? My father says this was never actually a thought of his – He says he made the decision because he was doing what I now know absent father men to do – continuing to deny his responsibility – now in the financial sense, and to make the woman out to be the offender.
If I were to pick up telling the story about Bradley’s final days, I would want to pick the moment up in the car. It took us quite some time to get to his sister’s house in Maryland, which was only about 4.5 hours away from our Brooklyn apartment. Bradley and I had developed aContinue reading “Part 2 – The Ultimate L: Losing the Love of My Life, Part 2”
The night I met him, I wasn’t at my best. I was sending out my thirst traps to any and everyone I wanted to render a message back. “You know better than to send that to my IG. Unsend it, and text it to me.” “Delete me then.” “Ok.” D’Angelo loved an image. I rolledContinue reading “That International L Story.”