Sounds a lot like me but my father died when I was eleven. A.G.
I never thought that I’d have to preface a post with a disclaimer regarding how it’s not a post about gender identity. It’s not. The expression in the title is what my father used to tell me as he dealt with my injury du jour. He would look at my skinned knee, brush the bits of dirt out of the bloody scratches and say “you’ll be a man before your mother.” I won’t tell you how old I was before I realized the relative certainty of that statement. I like to think that I wasn’t “slow on the uptake” but rather that his words had the desired effect.
I always felt better after he said that.
My dad wasn’t one to…
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