Twelve years after my husband, George, left me with a newborn, I received a call that he desperately needed to see our daughter. But when my girl returned from that meeting in tears, I knew my ex was up to no good.
Some people in my life have said that what I did wasn’t nice, and that I may have alienated my daughter’s chance to have a relationship with her father. But I disagree.
Let’s go back to the beginning.
Twelve years ago, my then-husband George disappeared as soon as we returned from the hospital with our newborn daughter, Jennie.
He just packed his bags the next night, and I never saw him again. I couldn’t reach him, and his friends supposedly had no idea where he was. I didn’t think that was true, but I wasn’t going to push.
With a newborn and no job, I had enough to worry about.
Over the years, he never showed any interest in reconnecting with his daughter and never called to ask how we were doing.
So, I divorced him through our lawyers and didn’t even ask for child support.
You can imagine how shocking it was when I was just going about my business and a phone call from his old number popped up.
I picked up automatically, almost expecting it to be a mistake, but it was his voice.
“Emily?
It’s me!
I need to see my daughter. I have terrible news!” he panted into the phone.
“Wh-what?” I stuttered but recovered quickly.
“George!
It’s been 12 years! You think you can just see Jennie?”
“Emily!
I have no time to debate this. I need to see my girl.
I’m sick. It’s terminal,” he explained, and his voice even got choked up.
I didn’t expect this at all.
My first instinct was… suspicion. “Are you lying to me?” I asked, not quite angry, but very serious.
“NO!
How can you think that of me, Em?” George asked, offended.
“You left me,” I retorted, and my voice turned to ice.
“Left me without a single word or a way to reach you. But you also left her!
I don’t know what to think of you! Because you definitely weren’t the man I thought I’d married!”
“Please!” he wailed, and I heard sniffles.
“Please, I’m not asking for much.
I just want to meet her, make my amends, and go in peace.”
I closed my eyes and stopped myself from yelling some more. I had so many years of resentment built up, but would it do any good to release all that anger then?
Would it be better for my daughter if I just allowed her to see the father she has always wanted to meet?
The story doesn’t end here –
it continues on the next page.
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