We are our Fathers daughters.
Some of us grew up with Fathers who were there, supportive, loving and generous with their time. Many grew up with fathers who were absent, lost within their own shortcomings, trying to reclaim their lost youth or simply exhausted each night trying to make ends meet. Whomever we have become, due to our childhoods, however we think we feel now. However independent we are, as much as we love our freedom. We are all products of our childhoods, needing what we have always needed, forever searching.
Last night I had dinner with a girlfriend, a new girlfriend. We talked about men.
