✨🧑🧑🧒 Daddy Issues Are NO JOKE… 🧑🧒✨
✨ This is one of those things I didn’t realize was affecting everything until I got older. Growing up with an inconsistent dad meant learning early that love was conditional, temporary, and unpredictable. One moment you’re promised time, effort, and presence but the next it’s silence, excuses, or disappointment. Over time, that teaches your nervous system to wait for the DROP. To brace for abandonment even when things feel good. 😒
✨ I noticed it showing up in my relationships as I’d start overthinking texts, needing A LOT of reassurance, staying wayy longer than I should, and internalizing distance as my fault. I learned how to self-abandon before someone else could do it first. My top phrase back then would be “it is what it is”, but that would only be to mask the pain and heartbreak when someone left my life.
✨ I don’t hate my dad, but I truly don’t care for that interaction with him as an adult and I sometimes still grieve what I didn’t get. And healing means unlearning the belief that love is something you have to earn by being smaller, quieter, or more patient.
💬 If you grew up with an inconsistent parent, how did it shape you? And remember, you’re not broken, you just adapted 💯
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i’ve always resented my father for not being there. my dad cheated on my mom. a lot. she got tired of fighting a man who just didn’t care & would find an excuse to beat us instead. sometimes dad would intervene, not a lot, but there was hope if things got too violent. then he just stopped cause she would return her anger to him. she started & he’d disappear, sometimes overnight. we saw him as our last hope & he just let it happen. continued to happen til i hit her back. i was 17 & i will never forgive him.