Thanks, Dave, and I know that about love. It was less that than whatever else was going on with him that had him switching from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde at the drop of a hat that was destabilizing. And perhaps I was already destabilized before I even got there. I was adopted, and due to some early health issues, didn’t go “home” until I was 7 months old, so I already had an attachment wound. I think the stuff with my dad just compounded it.

The first night home, they hadn’t wanted to release me to my parents because I was still not really well, but my parents insisted and I slept on my dad’s chest all night so he could keep me warm and safe. I’m sure he didn’t get much rest. That’s love right there!