After my parents got divorced, I used to pray every night for my dad to come back to our family. But when I was 15 years old, I found out he had a new baby son, and honestly, the feelings of abandonment, hopelessness and escapism were completely overwhelming. Subconsciously I stopped praying, and hoping, for my dad from that day forward. I dont think Ive ever shared publicly about this process of mine but I did get a chance to speak about this the other day... feel free to check it out.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 22:32:43 +0000