I have a bit of a story to tell about this particular question.
It’s a question I asked of myself.
Brought on by my sister calling child protective services on me after my wife died. She left me. With four children, and I was in mourning and not dealing well.
It led me the ask the most painful question of myself. Am I a good father?
The answer was no.
I wasn’t a good father. And I’m glad she made that call. It woke me up, and I changed everything around. Or at least, I hope so.
It was 15 years ago. It all worked out well. My kids grew up, well adjusted and loved, and we talk all the time. We’ve talked through what happened as well.
I have a bit of a story to tell about this particular question.
It’s a question I asked of myself.
Brought on by my sister calling child protective services on me after my wife died. She left me. With four children, and I was in mourning and not dealing well.
It led me the ask the most painful question of myself. Am I a good father?
The answer was no.
I wasn’t a good father. And I’m glad she made that call. It woke me up, and I changed everything around. Or at least, I hope so.
How long ago was this, and how are things today? Username doesn’t check out, I hope?
It was 15 years ago. It all worked out well. My kids grew up, well adjusted and loved, and we talk all the time. We’ve talked through what happened as well.
Well done on rising to the challenge and putting the work in.
Not something I would be capable of TBH.
Depends on the kind of crack. Maybe he’s a plumber.