I Almost Married My Father Three Times [that’s why I never married]...
There’s a platitude which, like most platitudes, turns out to be mostly right. And that’s that most women marry their fathers. Peek in at anyone’s family reunion and it’s almost ludicrous to observe how many women have spouses or boyfriends who are dead ringers for Papa Bear. Both my sisters married men like my passive, dependent, self-pitying father. After therapy, the younger sister stopped all that and hooked up with a go-getter who was grown up enough to stand on his own two feet. Me? Three times I became seriously involved with mirror images of dear old dad. The man I actually became engaged to physically resembled my father, right down to the shuffling way of walking. Wisely, I never married. In 2003, I finally did have the kind of therapy I needed. Since...
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