The Divorced Son: Part Three | Reflections
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I have always been looking for someone that can replace the father I lost. I knew it couldn’t be Randy, he was the guy my mother ended up with after the divorce. He was a jerk. At least, I felt he was because deep in my heart I knew he had stolen my family. Destroyed it! He was a bartender from one of the places my mom worked at when I was young. It just happened too fast. I felt it in my bones. I hated him. Another theme in my life, anger. I was so angry and fearful. I would have nightmares about my stepfather, and I could never fight back. It was like I was drowning, and my arms were pinned to my sides. I would wake up with my jaw clenched so tight I would have to work the muscles out to loosen them. I never really gave Randy a chance. I never would. And, possibly, I made it harder for him to be that part of our family. But there is more to the story than just that. I don’t really remember a ton of it, but what I do remember is strongl