I am sitting on the couch playing a video game, when my stepdad walks in to tell me my mom’s business trip has been extended another week. Reaching up, hugging my old man realizing that we have another week to be alone together. My old man has been a rock for me in my journey that has been rough. Even though he cannot fully understand what I have gone through, have suffered, and still go through now, he makes a special effort to work with me, showing me the things a man needs to know. He respects me, the way I am, and lets me know that I am enough. The intimacy and sex that he has taught me makes me love him even more. I feel accepted, connected to him, bonded, anchored. He makes me feel beautiful.
