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You will be a story I tell my daughter someday when she comes home crying with a broken heart. I’ll tell her of a boy I once knew. Of a boy I once loved. I’ll hold her as she whispers the same words that dripped from my own mouth many years before. I’ll listen as she tells me about a boy a lot like you, a boy who promised her the world and then walked away.
My experience — just like all the girls whose fathers were the first men to leave them — is complex. It has ridges and laughs and fires, but too many men reduce it into a simple phrase. My autobiography in his mouth was two words: daddy issues. If I wanted a guy to stay, I had to be ashamed of them.