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Cut Out
“My father and his wife spent years convincing me I was a bad son and I believed it. Genuinely, from I was around 3-4 until I was 23, I thought I was a bad son and felt so guilty. It wasn’t until I was 23 that I realised…they were the ones cancelling seeing me and then calling me up to reprimand me for not seeing them. It was them.
They were bad parents, I wasn’t a bad son. Their friendly facade to me and my mates was so thick that I never saw it and a lot of my friends still don’t see it. No, I cut contact with them three years ago and have refused to acknowledge their existence since. I just tell people I don’t have a dad.”