I Thought My Mom Hated Me for Choosing My Dad—But His Final Letter Revealed the Heartbreaking Truth

When my parents divorced, the world I knew split clean down the middle. Everyone kept asking who I wanted to live with, as if a child could simply choose between two hearts. In the end, I stayed with my dad.

He cooked my favorite meals, drove me to school, and always made sure I felt safe. My mom, however, never forgave me. At least, that’s how it felt.

Every birthday she missed, every curt phone call, every awkward holiday—each one carved a little more distance between us. I’d ask my dad, “Why is she so angry with me? What did I do wrong?” He’d ruffle my hair gently and say the same quiet words every time: “One day you’ll understand.”

I didn’t understand.Continue reading…