Well, it has been since July since I last checked in. A lot has taken place. More than I ever could have imagined. I cracked open in ways I didn’t see coming and healed pieces of myself I didn’t even know were still hurting. I definitely didn’t expect any of it to happen the way it did. We moved back to Delaware from South Carolina. Honestly, I’m grateful we did. On the drive home, something in me broke loose. I cried and cried until I had no tears left. Somewhere on that highway, I touched a root fear that had been buried so deep I didn’t even know it still ruled me. The fear of abandoning my son the way my father abandoned me. That realization hit me hard. It shook my entire system. But something surprising followed. After the tears came relief. A softening. A release. It was like I had reached into the bottom of an old wound and finally cleared out the debris. I could see clearly that I am not my father. I never was. That was the fear that kept circling me for years, and in t...