My father is my pride, no matter what he is. After all, he is a part of me

A father’s love is exceptional, it is not like the love of mothers. There are few words in it, but it is priceless.

I think what you are about to read… No. I’m even sure that what you will read is the result of using a technique such as “I got lost in your city,” which Alexander Vasilyevich and I practice to better reveal our own freedom, the ability to speak, the ability to ask, the ability to listen.

After attending the “Guilt” training, I wanted to know about my father, and here is my material:

It so happened in my life that I grew up in a single-parent family. This has always been a problem not so much material as psychological.

I realized this when I came across an article that said: a child who does not know his father is like a tree without roots, without soil under his feet; a man without half his family. If a child does not know the behavior of one of the family members, in his future family he will invent this role, making mistakes. Therefore, I decided to ask a question that is uncomfortable in our family, about my father, in order to try to prevent mistakes in the future and not repeat the family scenario.

It turned out that my father was dependent on his mother and obeyed her unquestioningly in everything. My grandmother raised her son to hate her ex-husband (his father), who abandoned her, and she saw the whole meaning of her life in her son. Like many overprotective…