I never realized how much this had made me lead my life.
I had no great male figure growing up until my late teenage years where my father tried to rekindle or should I say build our relationship. Yes he was there, we were in good terms but I really never considered him a strong male figure in my life.
I wasn't close to him as I was with my mother. There was always the tension between him and I. I never forgot how he had treated my mother, what I saw from my young early age and I think he knew even though we never really spoke about it. What mattered was that we were now a full complete family, with no fights…
They had gone to therapy, my father had stopped drinking and was a recovering alcoholic. Everything was normal, happy little family. They loved each other. From the early pictures, which start from the age of twelve; show a little happy family of three.
