My dad and I got into a pretty serious fight which resulted in him disowning me. It feels like when you’re a kid and you’re super proud of swimming in the pool because it’s “deep”. Your parent is right there telling you great job. Then as you get older you start going to the deep end, 6 ft., with your parent still there. You decide I’ve got this I’m going to go under and come back up. You come back up but your parent is gone and somehow you have an anchor chained to your ankle. I’m absolutely terrified and very much feel like I’m losing part of my who I am.
