It’s been 227 days since we last spoke. In the last 227 days, I’ve needed you more than ever. I don’t think I can ever forgive you for the way you left things. The day before I left, you told me you could not love me. You would probably deny it now, but that is something that I’ll never forget.
Honestly, I think you’d be disappointed in the person I’ve become; I know that because I am. I don’t recognize myself anymore. Part of me wants to blame you for that.
For the past seven months, I’ve been trying to piece together what I did wrong. I blamed myself every day. I started seeing a new therapist, and she made me realize it was not my fault. I’m not the one to blame; you are.
I want to forgive you. I want to believe there is a reason you’re doing this. But what logical reason would there be to ignore your daughter for over seven months? Exactly. None.
I pray for you at night. I ask god to make you mature and be the father you’re supposed to be. It’s not my job to force a relationship with you. im your child. You’re the adult. Grow up and act like it.