My dad abandoned us when I was very young. I swore never to have my family torn apart by a D, and here I am now.
I'll never forget a dream I had. I was at the beach, in the water drowning and yelling for help. My dad was walking away, not turning back, holding hands with his OW. The dream captured exactly how I felt.
When my W BDed me, I couldn't stop thinking about that dream. An image came into my mind of her walking away from me behind my dad as well.
