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My dad left when I was seven. My uncle - who tried to take over the father role in my life - beat my Aunt half to death with an axe handle.
Even though those men taught me nothing, I learned exactly how not to be a father from them.
In 1997 (after four years of courts and social workers) I got custody of my children - both of whom will turn out to be more far more successful than I could ever hope to be.
As a single father, I did a good job.
What the hell am I even posting this here for? Dunno.
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