Why were alcohol and drugs, more important than me?
I missed not having a dad in my life. My mom never talked about him. All I knew was that his name was Henk and that my mom and Henk divorced after I turned two. In school, I dreaded the question teachers and kids asked, “What does your dad do?” With a crushed heart, I would reply, “I don’t have a dad.” As a child, I did not know how to share the pain of not having a dad or who to share it with. I struggled with my identity and with the question of why I was one of [...]