A Father Still Here: Love, Boundaries, and the Grace to StayI’m 32, a dad named Jake, and my daughter Allie is three—the age where wonder lives in ordinary things. Most mornings begin with her shout of “Daddy!” and the day unfolds in pancakes shaped like giraffes, park laughter, and pillow-fort kingdoms where she is the queen and I am the knight. It’s the kind of love you don’t earn; you receive it and try not to drop it. For a while my wife, Sarah, said little. Then one night, after Allie fell asleep, she asked me to move out “for...
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