I would have loved to have congratulated her, but her mother had convinced her that I was a terrible person and because of this she hasn’t spoken to me to years. I couldn’t even show up to her wedding. Instead, I watched from a distance, hidden behind a tree. I was proud of my daughter and happy for her, but it was bittersweet. She didn’t even know I was there. It was like I wasn’t even a part of her life anymore. The thought made my heart ache. I wished things could have been different, I wished I could have been a part of her special day. But it wasn’t meant to be. And as I left that day, I couldn’t help but feel like I was losing my daughter all over again.
