It’s definitely abandonment. The thought of being left behind or forgotten by the people I care about terrifies me. It all stems from my father passing when I was 4 years old. Losing him at such a young age left me with this deep-seated fear that anyone I love might disappear too. Sometimes, I find myself pushing people away because of it, almost as if I’m trying to protect myself from the pain of being abandoned again.
Lee, thanks for your kind words and support! Means a lot!
I love how you write Denise. Such an open and honest account of a difficult situation and the consequence of it. I’m so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing.