How is it that even after over a year with no contact, my father still has the ability to sway my thinking? Even though I have to work every day to keep all of those ingrained beliefs of his from taking me over, it’s nothing compared to the effect that actual words from him have. I doubt my own perceptions of the situation. After all, he did always say that he knew me better than I knew myself.
However morbid it is, I suppose I can only ever hope that once he is gone from this world, I can truly begin my journey of freeing myself from him. I’m tired of being broken so easily.