My biggest rejection came from my father. He left and as a result there was a lot of overcompensation, me trying to be a tough guy on the streets. He was an alcoholic, a really bad guy, but my mother chose me over him. I’d tell people he’d died, because I didn’t want to address it. I didn’t do anything wrong, but for 20 years I thought I had.
I was raised in a situation that wasn’t judgmental and I was never dissuaded from being sensitive to other people’s feelings. I was brought up by my mum. I had a lot of women around me growing up, which was a great thing.
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