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A father's role in a daughter's life is important if she is to become a strong woman. A daughter writes to her father, thanking him for letting her be herself.
A father’s role in a daughter’s life is important if she is to become a strong woman. A daughter writes to her father, thanking him for letting her be herself.
Thank you, for letting me be! As I stand at the threshold of plunging into adulthood completely, I take time to sit back and think of how I was raised.
As I remember, I was a tough kid. I asked questions, uncomfortable ones at that. I rebelled, against anything that didn’t seem fair or right. I fought, against any word that was not spoken fairly, every action that did not see people as equal.
Yet you smiled. You only told me to write it out. You continued smiling. When someone made comments on raising two daughters, you smiled and told them the daughters are raising you as a father.
You let chauvinism die a slow death. You crushed chivalry when you let us carry our own baggage, literally and figuratively; emotionally, mentally, physically and every possible way.
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A feminist man sometimes seems like an oxymoron, but maybe there are some out there. How is it to be married to a feminist man?
How is it to be married to a feminist man?
This is a working list. Will keep adding to it.
Do you also have a feminist man at home? And if yes, what is it to be married to him? Do share.
Trust, understanding, and companionship thrived between us as we grew older while the initial intensity felt more stable and comforting kind of love
It was almost midnight. I was dead tired and fatigued.
I was feeling drained out and fatigued. My head was hurting badly. Sleep seemed far from eyes. I was tossing and turning in the bed I noticed his eyes were gaping at me, perhaps he wasn’t getting sleep either. Our eyes locked and soon I felt drawn toward his mysterious and irresistible charm.
With parted lips, he looked up through lashes. His side glancing at me stole my heart.
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