Hello, awesome readers!
If you missed Part 1 of this series, click here to read it … (but don’t forget to come back).
So, this week I’m working on the continuation of a “love letter” to the father of my two eldest daughters. The truth is that I don’t harbor any bad feelings towards him. Instead, I feel sorry for him. He missed out on his daughters’ childhoods. He didn’t see them grow up. Today, he doesn’t even know them as adults.
More importantly though, my girls missed out on having a father in their lives. I like to think that not having a father made my girls stronger. But let’s not kid ourselves. The truth is probably closer to it fucked them up a little.
Perhaps the one I should be most upset with is younger me for choosing, as I like to call him, Mr. What-Was-I-Thinking, to have children with. And what was I thinking???
As I mentioned in this post, writing is a journey of discovery. It helps us understand the world, ourselves, and our place in the world.
I guess we’ll find out what my true feelings are once I’m finished writing the letter. Meanwhile, wishing you a great week.
See you here on Friday!
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