Healthy (Gentle) Differentiation — I Deeply Regret Calling My Racist, Republican Father a ‘Son of a Bitch’


My father didn’t talk to me for three years. Not a sentence. Not a word. Not a syllable. Not a hello, good-bye, how are you? Not an “I love you” for 3 x 365 = 1,095 days. Life is very short, and three years is a huge chunk of time.