Ironically, my Dad not being around is something I’ve never wanted to speak about. If you had asked me what effect it has had on my upbringing, until recently I’d have told you none at all. That’s not to say he wasn’t always there, things started well and I often find myself reflecting on fond memories of “when Dad was around”. Cinema outings, bike riding, swimming trips and even the occasional stroll. Sometimes I become so deeply entrenched in my memories that I can’t help but wonder; what did we do? What could I have done to make you stay? What would life look like if you hadn’t left?

Fatherlessness is an issue many of my friends deal with. All around me I’m surrounded by young men determined not to become the men their fathers are, while others are subconsciously wondering down that path without even realising it. The effect…

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