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When I was a child, it seemed my dad only touched to hurt. Hugs were scarce, and cuddles not an option for “big boys.” writer February 17, 2020 Adenike Fagbemi: ‘Some days are cool, others are super terrible; that’s the beauty of life in itself’

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How could he end something so wonderful, something so perfect? He said he still loved me, but I didn’t believe him, I couldn’t believe that. He couldn’t even look me in the eye when he said it. There must have been a reason, but I didn’t care for whatever it was. I knew it wasn’t about right or wrong, there is no love that can be wrong, especially the kind we had. It was beautiful; we were one, my father and I. Our love transcended that of a father and his daughter. It was the stuff of heaven. No, His reason wasn’t religious, not at all, my father wasn’t that sentimental. I was his sole religion, he worshiped me. The father and son appear to be shameless about their rather unorthodox bonding activity. Courtesy of @herberttjake Because I’m Daddy’s squirrel?” The answer came in the form of a long kiss on his cheek and he giggled before hugging it close to his chest. “Thank you ~” For me, resisting this means protecting myself from my father’s influence. I no longer ask him for parenting advice, or share intimate details of that part of myself. He’s not allowed to weigh in on the relationship between my son and me. And, as my therapist suggested, I keep a watchful eye out and actively intervene when he’s with my son, even if that causes a conflict between my dad and me. Foot worship Language: English Words: 29,784 Chapters: 31/31 Comments: 351 Kudos: 377 Bookmarks: 36 Hits: 11,675

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As a teenager, I sat in with several musicians and learned from truly the best. After college, I started playing steady gigs. I played down at The Cajun for 18 years, two nights a week. They had music there seven nights a week. No cover charges. No minimum. It was extremely rare to find a place like that in NYC. They struggled to stay open for decades, barely making a profit. But they never wanted to close their doors to anyone. They were true lovers of music, hoping to spread joy to others. It was a beautiful place to be. It was safe. Courtesy of Jon Seiger But this was no punishment. This was a cessation. This was my death. I tried to make him see reason, to convince him that we were to be forever. I told him of our joys, our laughs and how love couldn’t be any better. I begged him not to kill his beloved and only child.I must agree, much more could have been mentioned about the first rape. I also didn’t notice too much about her mother either. A squirrel, Daddy! Like Hobi!” It started as a joke when Hoseok has asked him what kind of animals they would be and Yoongi told him he would be a squirrel because he was so energetic and easily excitable. He also looked adorable while eating, his cheeks round and his dimples showing while chewing but that was a detail his hyung decided to keep for himself.

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It wasn’t easy. It took a while before I could stand the touch of any other man, but vengeance helped me detach my body from myself. This many years have passed, since I lost my beloved father. And more recently the world lost him too. I just left his grave side. I have never been able to understand why I keep visiting his grave, despite the distance, despite all. And each time, I always leave with an exhausting longing, a fiery desire, and an intense craving. My therapist gives a name to what I witnessed and experienced with my dad growing up: abuse. Physical and mental abuse. He recommends never leaving my son alone with my dad again. Ado Aminu January 11, 2021 Pope Francis updates Cannon to allow women to be formally installed as Lectors and Acolytes He only said he was doing it for me, that it was for the best, my best. How could I have ever believed the man loved me? He even looked sad that day, so sorrowful and tired. In better times and in our previous world, I would have taken him in my arms as I was wont, and work my magic on him. Over the years I had learnt his special recipe. I was the only one who knew his mix. I had never asked him, but I sensed that even my mother didn’t take him to the heights I took him.Jimin is an escort who doesn't believe in love and Jeongguk is set on changing his mind and taking care of him ♡ Language: English Words: 168,648 Chapters: 32/32 Collections: 1 Comments: 1,405 Kudos: 2,376 Bookmarks: 708 Hits: 104,811

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And then, the man wanted us to be Father and Daughter, just father and daughter. I couldn’t understand why he would want to reduce our love to something merely biological and normal. Why on earth couldn’t he see that I could never be happy as just his daughter, and that I could never be remotely happy with any other arrangement? We were happy, I made him happy. Why do some people reject their own happiness? But to my dad, this is how boys play. And apparently, he’s still a boy at heart. My son would return home from visiting with my dad with his skin covered in bruises and scratches. Games of chase, of King of the Bed, even of hide-and-seek — all playing, it seemed — becomes wrestling. Which means my dad dominating a child with the immense size of his body, and turning what should be play into something sadistic. Oluwapelumi October 31, 2023 These Are The Entertaining Podcasts of the Week You Don’t Want To Miss I balked at this, and he took it as a judgement on his own parenting. What — had he done wrong by spanking my brother and me? He didn’t think so. I made a new resolve. Men would learn from me, the very hard way. I have what they want. My beauty is the glaring kind that every body agrees with. But my heart would be a different matter. I knew most men wouldn’t resist me; they can’t be as tough as my father, my looks were not enough for that man to change his mind and do the right thing, the best thing.All my preparations and quivering anticipation was to have ended in bliss, the kind only my father could give me… I was my father’s lover and he was mine. Everything was perfect. I didn’t cry the second time either. I liked it. He was gentler. He told me it was our secret, our special thing, and no one should know about it. jeongguk loves coming home to his baby. Language: English Words: 2,183 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 33 Kudos: 2,121 Bookmarks: 297 Hits: 33,292