I Thought My Dad Was Cheating on My Mom After My Graduation – but What He Was Really Hiding Left Me Speechless

It’s been two years since I overheard that conversation in my own home. Two years since I stopped trying to be someone else’s version of “worthy.”

I live in a sunlit apartment now, full of plants I somehow keep alive. I write. I walk in the mornings. I smile when I think about how far I’ve come.

He messaged me once, about a year ago. Said he missed me. Said he realized too late what he’d had.

I didn’t reply.

Because sometimes the most powerful healing comes from not going back—even when the past begs.

If you’ve ever been made to feel like you were the problem, let this be your reminder: you are not too much, and you are not too little.

You are enough.

And anyone who tries to convince you otherwise?

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