• My loveless father,
    Mike Rinder

    Taryn Teutsch

    There was a time my father, Mike Rinder, showed up at my boarding school, not to visit me, but for some kind of business.

    I ran into him and I tried to give him a hug. Mike Rinder’s response was to look at me and seeing the holes in my jeans (because I ran around outside all the time with my dog catching lizards and chasing animals) tell me that I was “grubby.”

    He gave me the distinct feeling I had done something wrong, was a bad person, and that he did not love me.

    What was clear to me, as a child, was that I wasn’t good enough and was rejected by my dad. He gave me the distinct feeling I had done something wrong, was a bad person, and that he did not love me.