The Final Time My Father Said, “Come on, Hit Me”
When my dad’s PTSD collided with my traumatic youth and caused a family showdown
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11 min readApr 16, 2024
During the last year I lived at home with my family in Minnesota, I was a bad boy. A miscreant. A drunken, drug-addled fiend searching for sustenance in the cultural desert of the arctic Midwest.