I don’t ever recall longing for my Daddy/wondering where he was. Until the day he died he was part of my life. With fairly decent participation. My mother has been completely unavailable in the most vital ways/during the most critical times/for a significant portion. of. my. life. I’ve since learned she didn’t have it to give … and she don’t have it to this day. What she has done was cause a lifetime of damage for me. I no longer wonder where she is. I’m convinced she isn’t anywhere, still. I feel for her simply because something went wrong somewhere for her that she’s not been able to get hold of it/overcome it.
Nikki In a Nutshell 