A lucky man.
Anyone who knows me, really knows me, knows that there is no one or thing in this world that I love more than my step-daughter. I met her in 2004, when she was 1, and my life was changed forever. I hadn’t been a parent before, but that didn’t stop me from diving in head first. I made a promise to her that I would never be too sick or too tired to play with her (a promise I’m proud to say I’ve upheld very well) and made sure to spend time with her every day.
In 2008 my wife and I separated. A friendship between us was kept, as was the relationship with my step-daughter. Soon after, as breakups normally tend to go, things got sour and communication was severed. A year passed before we (me, the ex and the step-daughter) spoke or saw each other again. There were a few visits, but that was all.
It wasn’t until this year that the friendship with my ex-wife and the relationship with my step-daughter were re-forged. Would my ex and I be talking now if it weren’t for the child? Who knows, really, but it is very possible that we wouldn’t be. We’ve put the past behind us and let hard feelings go because of the little girl, one very special little girl. (Well, she’s not so little anymore.)
Never, ever, did I blame any part of the break up on the step-daughter; never did I hate her for it. She was, unfortunately, an innocent bystander in all of this. The hurt and pain she went through over the break up is something that still bothers me; it is something I will always regret.
Now, I get a chance to make up for that pain and loss; I get to make up for lost time. Now, I get to make things somewhat right. She is older now, and understands it all better. That doesn’t mean, however, she no longer feels the effects, or that, at times, she doesn’t want me to come “home”. I can see these things in her eyes.
I feel like a very lucky man, being able to see the step-daughter once again. It’s something I thought would never happen, and I applaud her mother. We’ve set our differences aside for the good, the happiness, of, as said above, a very special girl; one who means the world to both of us. Why can’t more people do the same? All over the world children have to suffer because, in most cases, their parents are acting like children themselves.
In 2008 my wife and I separated. A friendship between us was kept, as was the relationship with my step-daughter. Soon after, as breakups normally tend to go, things got sour and communication was severed. A year passed before we (me, the ex and the step-daughter) spoke or saw each other again. There were a few visits, but that was all.
It wasn’t until this year that the friendship with my ex-wife and the relationship with my step-daughter were re-forged. Would my ex and I be talking now if it weren’t for the child? Who knows, really, but it is very possible that we wouldn’t be. We’ve put the past behind us and let hard feelings go because of the little girl, one very special little girl. (Well, she’s not so little anymore.)
Never, ever, did I blame any part of the break up on the step-daughter; never did I hate her for it. She was, unfortunately, an innocent bystander in all of this. The hurt and pain she went through over the break up is something that still bothers me; it is something I will always regret.
Now, I get a chance to make up for that pain and loss; I get to make up for lost time. Now, I get to make things somewhat right. She is older now, and understands it all better. That doesn’t mean, however, she no longer feels the effects, or that, at times, she doesn’t want me to come “home”. I can see these things in her eyes.
I feel like a very lucky man, being able to see the step-daughter once again. It’s something I thought would never happen, and I applaud her mother. We’ve set our differences aside for the good, the happiness, of, as said above, a very special girl; one who means the world to both of us. Why can’t more people do the same? All over the world children have to suffer because, in most cases, their parents are acting like children themselves.
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