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My father is not the best man. He is a drunk, absent, loud, chaotic. But as I grow older, the more I understand. While he is those things, He is also misunderstood, broken, defeated, human I understand now because the heaviness I feel day after day, he also feels. And although we do not speak, I have never felt closer to him.
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Aug 22, 2025
Aug 22, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
Father
My father is not the best man. He is a drunk, absent, loud, chaotic. But as I grow older, the more I understand. While he is those things, He is also misunderstood, broken, defeated, human I understand now because the heaviness I feel day after day, he also feels. And although we do not speak, I have never felt closer to him.
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Aug 22, 2025
Aug 22, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
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