I don’t know how to recognise a good man, because I lost my father too soon. I am afraid of clinging to the wrong kind of man. I’m afraid of clinging to the right man until he rejects me because my daddy-issues induced neediness. I just want to be loved by a good man, and love him in return. But I don’t know how to do that either, because all I know is how a single mom (my mom) makes it through life. I want to find the balance between being an independent woman and making room for a good guy to love.