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!
And in case you’re late to the party, here’s the link!
M.
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I know they missed having a father, but with every word you write, I’m grateful they had you!
Your words will heal you AND your daughters. It’s a love letter to yourself.
I read part 1 and this both. What can I say? When we’re young we make mistakes. And then life comes by and, as you put it, bites us in the ass. So it sounds like you got two wonderful daughters out of this. Sad that they suffered for his irresponsibility but, they had your example of strength and responsibility, and learned to be strong. That’s the happy part. Sad that he missed out. But he could have written a different end to his part of the story. Go for part 2