I Was Never My Dad’s Favorite. 25 Years Later, I Finally Learned The Heartbreaking Reason Why

As memories flooded back, Lisa recalled overhearing late-night arguments between her parents. Through the thin walls of her childhood home, she often heard her mother’s raised voice, filled with distress, and her father’s frustrated replies. Those nights, Lisa would hug her pillow tighter, not fully understanding what was happening but sensing the tension that filled the house. Now, those fragmented memories began to form a more coherent, though troubling, picture in her mind, adding to her growing unease and need for answers.