When I was a couple of months old my father was put into prison in Seagoville, Texas. The Watchtower took him away from me for almost 2 years and destroyed almost all hope that he and I would ever have a normal relationship. I say this because I believe the bond that we should have formed when I was a baby was severed forever and that's the damnable shame of it all. Not only that, but my mother was only 16 at the time. What the hell is a 16 year old girl with a two month old supposed to do? Did the f***ing Watchtower support us? Oh No, gotta keep sending your money to Brooklyn!
What happened to us after he left you ask? We survived but we suffered. My dear mother did what she had to do to keep me fed and sheltered. She told me once that she fed me old ketchup packets because there was nothing else to eat. I'm crying as I think of what she had to endure; all of that pain and cold that she went through had to be torturous.
So, the only thing that I can do is try to be the best Dad I can and try to find some way of getting rid of the rage that's always there.
Thanks for reading this.