Sometimes I feel like my loss isn't really a loss because my father is still living (as far as I know). My dad left when I was 13. I sort of watched our relationship trickle away when I was becoming a teenager. And here I am, almost 9 years later, still grieving. But sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be greiving because he didn't die. He's still out there somewhere, just not with me. I did lose my dad, but I didn't lose him...if that makes sense. So I feel like I don't belong. But I don't know any other way to describe what happened.
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