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My Daughter Wouldn’t Speak to Me for Years, Until I Found the Birthday Card She Never Sent
“She was mine,” I whispered to the quiet room. “Still is.”
And maybe I deserved that.
You might wonder what kind of mother loses her daughter’s trust. The truth is, I never told Karen why I left her father, Nigel.
He and I had been falling apart long before I walked out that door.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
But when the break finally came, I said nothing. I thought I was protecting her from the ugly parts.
I was wrong.
Karen adored her daddy. He was her hero—softball coach, pancake maker, bedtime singer.
And me? I left without explaining a thing. I let the silence grow like a wall, and now… it felt too tall to climb.
My fingers fumbled with the laces like they’d forgotten how to tie. “I need to face Nigel.”
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
Brad didn’t say anything right away.
He stood in the doorway, watching me with that quiet, steady look he always gave when I was about to do something hard.
“Do you want me to come with you?” he asked, already reaching for his keys.
I looked up at him. “You sure?” I asked, squeezing his hand.
