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I went to the hospital for hours every day my father was there.
He got out last monday.
I didn't call or visit. I couldn't.
He called last night. I told him i missed him.
I think i meant it.
But i think what's gotten to me is that he wouldn't have been there for me.
& i cried for a long time.
I then declared a break between patrick and me. It is important that i draw the line and obtain some kind of control. Because i suppose that's part of what makes me hate him. He breaches my safety net, my electric fences. No more.
Patrick & my father are a lot alike. That's my mistake.
v.