It's not that I don't love my dad. He's my dad. Of course there is a part of me that will always love him. But I can't forgive him for all the hurt he's caused me.
He is her father and she is his daughter. Most women would not have the strength to survive such pain. Lois did survive ...triumphantly. She was also able to attend this little conference as an 'undercover agent', and not call attention to herself in a destructive manner, that took a strength of character most people do not possess.
It's built up a lot of resentment, over the years. A lot. For a long time, I felt like I wasn't good enough, at anything. Not at being a daughter. Not at being a girlfriend. Not even at being a reporter, which, I think is why winning the Kerths that I have has been so important to me. Because, in those moments, when my name has been called and I've stood, dazed, from my seat to make my way onto that stage, I know that I am a good reporter. But those moments are fleeting and the next day I am plain old Lois, only as good as my next story. Still, the wins have been confidence boosters. Along with Perry's guidance and praise, I've managed to shake off some of the shadow of Dad's disappointment in me.
Thank goodness for Perry!
It's too bad really, because with the family I have, I could really use a hero right about now. Instead, I need to be my own hero. I need to shove aside all of the emotions that seeing my father today brought to the surface. Because tomorrow is a new day. Who knows what surprises it might bring?
And maybe, just maybe, it will bring me a true hero who will save me from myself.
Don't worry Lois, there are heroes, just wait the best is yet to come.