We ran into each other at the shops. She was remarkably congenial. Even seemed like she'd missed me in all the time without communicating. Even gave a hug after a brief chat. Perhaps life out in the big wide world has taught her something.
Discussed this last time with the psychologist. Said I thought it was better that we spend time apart (despite the way it happened) and lived our own lives for a while. We were just too close to each other, if that makes sense. So close that we were hurting each other all the time.
Maybe she finally realises that dear old dad isn't going to be around forever. You only have one father after all.
She'll be 26 this year.
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