My Grandpa and my Daddy loved me. Unconditionally. And I knew it. My sperm donor didn't love me. At all. And I knew it. And as of 2020, all of them are gone. And despite all of the highs and low lows I've experienced because of my daddy issues, it struck, and hurt, me to realize that I'm a parentless child. My mother is still alive, but she doesn't give a fuck so...... And that made father's day kinda blue for me. Again. And therapy today, discussing the blues, made me sob uncontrollably. Life can improve. Depression can decrease. Trauma can be healed. But right here, right now..... I'm fucked.