I was picking up my 5-year-old daughter from kindergarten when she suddenly said to me, “Daddy, why didn’t my new dad come to pick me up like he usually does?”

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I never forgave him.

But for Lizzy’s sake, we sometimes sit at the same table when Sophia comes to visit. We talk. We pretend, just for a little while, that we’re still a family. Because Lizzy deserves it. She deserves to know that she’s loved by both her parents, even if they couldn’t make their marriage work. Even if one of them made choices that destroyed everything.

I don’t know what the future holds for me. I don’t know if I’ll ever trust someone again, if I’ll ever let my guard down and fall in love again.

But I know one thing: I will protect my daughter with everything I have. She will always know that she matters to me. She will never wonder if she is important enough.

A father holding his daughter's hand | Source: Freepik

A father holding his daughter’s hand | Source: Freepik

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