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Welcome to Just Break Up, the podcast about love, heartbreak, and all the relationship advice you don't want to hear.

My name is Sierra DeMolder.

And I'm Sam Blackwell.

And today we're going to answer a letter from somebody who wants to feel sexy, open, confident, and present.

But her dad is dying.

But before we begin, we just want to give you our Surgeon General's warning, which is that

Sierra and I are not licensed mental health practitioners.

Not even close.

We are not professionals.

We are not trained in any of this.

So please take our advice as you see fit.

We're only here to offer our humble musings to hopefully shed some understanding and maybe

some laughs about the incredibly rewarding but mostly confusing experience that is love.

All right. Today's letter is coming to us from Sad Daughter, whose pronouns are she, her,

who is writing to us from the endless pit of anticipatory grief.

Dear Sam and Sierra, I'm a 29-year-old woman preparing to move from the city where I spent most of my adult life back to my very distant hometown to support my dad through a terminal cancer diagnosis.

It has taken me a long time to make this decision, and it has come

with a lot of grief, but I have made peace with my choice, and I feel like I'm doing the right

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