Compartmentalization

Day 15

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This may be the most personal blog I have posted thus far.

I was 18.

My brothers 15 and 8.

My Dad sat us down together,

told us he was a good father but not the best husband.

And that was it.

Within days he was moved out,

living with a replacement family and replacement kids.

I listened to Mumford and Sons and compartmentalized.

AKA, I buried my emotions too deep to be discovered.

It has been 8 years since that day.

My life has changed exponentially.

I have changed exponentially.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Which sounds mean.

Please understand,

 I would never wish this pain upon any wife, husband, family, or child.

But,

What's meant to be, will always find a way.

Would you believe me when I say,

I love my Dad more than anything?

I love my family more than anything,

I love my mom more than anything,

no matter how broken we were or are.

They are my family,

my ohana,

 my blood.

My family is this old Chinese proverb,

and I am so so grateful everyday to have them.

My heart could burst.