Something ironic happened last week that I didn't realize until now. When I was younger, my dad had left us broke and almost homeless. In the story I'm writing, The Disappearance of Anika Cantonjos, Becka and Jax's dad left them when they were young. Later on in Becka's and Jax's life, they find there father in the cabin unexpected.
My dad came back last week, also unexpectedly. I find this very creepy and very unexplainable. I have hatred for my father. Right now, his sitting on my couch watching The Godfather ll and I was about to write the next chapter, and it just clicked that I basically wrote what was gonna happen to me. I'm still trying to figure how I wrote this and then it happened.