For years I played the role — provider, tough guy, figure-it-out-on-your-own guy — but underneath I was just running the same cycles I swore I'd never pass on. I knew how to grind. I knew how to survive. What I didn't have was a blueprint for any of the stuff that actually mattered.
I was winging it. And then I had kids. That's when it hit me.
I was trying to father them with tools I never got. I was handing down stuff I hadn't dealt with yet. And I knew if I didn't fix it, they'd inherit it.