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My father is one of the few people in the world that has ever understood me–or at least part of me. But that part completely.
I think I let him down by deciding to marry. He used to often say, ‘Be your own man.’
Being alone was his constant theme. When I was depressed, he would say, ‘You have to learn to love rejection’ and ‘You don’t need friends.’
He would also tell me that there’s nothing wrong with loneliness. ‘Everyone thinks that if you feel bad you have to take a pill or something, but sadness is just human. You’re human.’
But it took a long time before I understood that while he was correct and being alone is good, being with people is also good.
I’m fortunate to know someone like my dad, though. Most people know about the importance of friendship but they never hear the other.