I am not sure when our lives separated, I may have been four years old. I can't remember much those first few years, but eventually, I did remember the dread and the guilt I felt when it was time to make a call. I often wonder, Dad, did you realize what your words did to me, did you realize how guilty I felt over things I had no control over. As a young child living with one parent isn't often our choice, but you made it seem like it was. You had no idea how your words cut me , made me feel as though I was doing something wrong. I was a child,Dad, I had no idea what to do, or not to do. My little heart hurt for what you wanted and what I wanted. See Daddy, at that time you had no idea how much I had been hurt in my short life, and would I ever tell you "no," Dad? I wouldn't. To this day, you have no idea what I went through as a little girl, and I am not sure it would help if you knew. What's sad is that I have always needed my daddy and I never felt him close. As I grew older, and our relationship grew more distant, I didn't know how to fix it. I hoped that you would know what to do, and you would help, but you never came, you never helped your little girl. I only grew older and made bad decisions, and instead of my dad being there, he left and once again. I felt all alone. You probably think I am blaming you for everything and that couldn't be further from the truth. I knew my decisions were my own, and I knew I would do whatever I had to do to make my life right. I had always wished you were there to see it, but I guess I wasn't important enough for you to keep up with. Eventually, I married and had two other children. I married a man who loved me and everything that came with me. He took my daughter in as his own with no questions. He was a man you would be proud of, Dad, but you weren't there. I am sure you thought that is what I wanted, to not have you there, but dad you couldn't have been more wrong. I wanted you there. I wanted you to meet the man I fell in love with. I wanted you to meet your grandchildren, and I wanted you there for me. At 30 years old, I let myself cry for you more than I ever have. My guilt and emotions spilled over, and I didn't want to be 30 without you by my side. It was also at that time I decided it was time to forgive myself and move on. I forgave myself for not being the daughter you had always wanted. I forgave myself for not being there when you felt I needed to be, Dad. I forgave myself for everything I held in for those 30 years; I had to. You may still feel like I owe you, you may still feel like I wronged you, and I am sorry you feel that way, Dad. I can't make that better. My only hope is that one day you will forgive me as I have forgiven you, and that we can have the relationship every father and daughter deserve. #Childhoodtrauma #childabusesurvivor #ChildhoodEmotionalAbuse