My mother did everything to keep me from seeing my father after their divorce. When I was two, my dad left after a big fight, and I didn’t see him for years. As I got older, I realized my mom was preventing me from visiting him.
“I want to see Dad, please!” I begged at ten.
“No! He has a new family and doesn’t want to see you,” she insisted. But I knew she was lying.
Despite my efforts, Mom always found ways to stop me. When I tried to visit him as a teenager, she called the cops and threatened to accuse him of kidnapping. Over time, our relationship soured, and I distanced myself.
After moving out at 18, I stayed in touch with Dad by phone, but life got in the way of meeting him. Years passed, and I was 29 when Mom called wanting to mend our relationship. When I asked if she would apologize, she refused, claiming she did it to protect me. I hung up, unwilling to reconnect without an apology.
A year later, Dad called urgently, saying it was an emergency. I rushed to the address he gave me, only to find myself at an amusement park. “We missed out on so much, and I don’t want to waste any more time,” he said. We had a wonderful day together, and for the first time, I felt like a child with her father.
That day made me realize I needed closure with Mom. I told her how much she hurt me, and for the first time, she apologized. We began rebuilding our relationship. I also grew closer to Dad and loved spending time with my twin half-siblings.
In the end, I finally had the childhood I always longed for.
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