Walking Away Over the years, my relationship with my father has evolved. From as far back as I can remember, I've known him: From as far back as I know, I've depended on him. I could always run back to him if I needed to. But I grew up. And after a bitter quarrel, I stopped running to him and began to walk away. <Tab/>He was a caregiver and a …showed first 75 words of 645 total…

…showed last 75 words of 645 total…I felt relaxed. I thought of only how great it would be once I got out on my own and didn't have to deal with his drama. After he wore himself out, I was no longer angry. I actually felt relaxed and clear minded. Soon after, I went to bed. The next morning I decided that the only way I could avoid further incidents was to leave. Therefore, I did. I haven't looked back since.