People want me to say, believe, do, and /or be all sorts of things, all this’ and thats’ are on the table. No one is satisfied with who I am, that is, except me.. I am able to agree or not with anyone or anything without becoming a this or that. Please, let me explain.
It begins with my birth father. He was a man of many faults, but, happiness for me, unconditional love, my best interest at heart. always being there for me and covering my back, always being trustworthiness and loyal weren’t his faults, They were his virtues, his rare and great virtues. I trusted him and my trust was rewarded.