Make Trump Great Again
D Stu

Well written and perceptive. My father was just like your grandfather. I was 45 years old before I finally realized that Dad couldn’t love me, wouldn’t love me, and was only interested in himself. Once I stopped trying so hard to “win” his love, my life got a lot better. Thank you for this piece.

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