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  • The first time my father left home, I hated him.

    Inexplicable, cruel, disruptive, endlessly hurtful.

    No matter that the dalliance lasted a few short weeks,

    No matter that he left the 'lion lady' after all,

    (Yes, she kept fully grown lions on a large estate in the English countryside).

    I hated him.

    The second time my father left home, I was glad.

    Twenty five years later,

    I loved him

    I loved my mother too.

    But together they were finished.

    Now, nothing goes down the drain.

    We love and we live.

    It may have taken a long time,

    But it was worth it.
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