This one reached in and grabbed my memories, Louise - not memories of a romantic relationship but of my affiliation with my father - I refuse to use the word relationship.
The day, at the age of 49, when I walked away from him was the day I took control of my life. Those first steps, moving forward not look back, were the most frightening and liberating steps of my life, giving me the gumption to continue the leaving with my then-husband. One step, then another, then another.
