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The Final Letter

At 7 months pregnant I got one more letter from my father. I knew it was from him before I opened it because of the handwriting on the envelope, but this handwriting was different. Shaky. Some words were darker than others like he’d pressed too hard. I opened it sitting on the couch with my feet up.

The letter was short, just one page. My father wrote that he missed me. He wrote that he wished things were different. He wrote that he didn’t know how to fix this without betraying Diane. He wrote that he hoped I was healthy and that the baby was healthy. He wrote that he thought about me every day. The sentences trailed off in places like he’d lost his train of thought.

There was no mention of the wedding. No acknowledgement of what he’d done. Just honest admission that he was choosing Diane over me and couldn’t figure out how to do anything else. I read the letter three times. The honesty was almost worse than the manipulation. At least manipulation meant he was trying to get something. This was just resignation. This was him saying he knew he was wrong but he was going to keep being wrong anyway.

I filed the letter in a folder with all the others then I went back to folding tiny baby clothes and preparing for my daughter’s arrival. Nathan came home and asked if I was okay. I said I was. He asked if I wanted to talk about it. I said no. He kissed my forehead and started making dinner. I watched him move around our kitchen and felt grateful for the family I’d built, the one that chose me back.

A New Beginning

Our daughter arrived 6 weeks later on a Tuesday morning. Labor was long and hard and Nathan held my hand through all of it. When she finally came out crying and perfect, the nurse placed her on my chest. Nathan cut the cord with shaking hands.

The hospital room filled with visitors within hours. Nathan’s parents came first. His mother cried holding our daughter. His father told her she was lucky to have such a strong mother. My aunt arrived with flowers. Freya came straight from work still in her scrubs. Kennedy showed up with a giant teddy bear and tears in her eyes. They all took turns holding my daughter and crying happy tears.

Nathan’s mother asked what we were naming her. We said Clare, after my mother. She smiled and said that was perfect. I looked around the hospital room at all these people who had shown up, who had celebrated with me through pregnancy, who had supported me through family drama, who were here now to welcome my daughter into the world.

My father’s absence was a permanent loss. I felt that but it was also a gift of clarity. I’d built exactly the family I needed. People who understood what real family meant. People who showed up without conditions. People who loved without keeping score. Clare would grow up surrounded by that kind of love. She’d never wonder if she was less important than someone else’s feelings. She’d never have to compete for her parents’ attention. She’d know what it felt like to be chosen first.