My biological origin of the paternal side of my genetics (did things that lost his title of “father”) left when I was between 3-4. I since then found myself almost completely incapable of forming any close bond with a man since then. But… I just realized that a teacher of mine might just be the closest thing I have to a dad. Really, we get along pretty well, agree on a good lot of topics, I obviously don’t know exactly what one is supposed to feel when it comes to “father-child” relationships but this may be it, and before anyone asks, I know for a FACT I do not have some dumb crush on the dude. But yea, I think over the span of more than a decade, my eccentric English teacher is the closet thing I have to any father-figure.