Dear Diary XIII

We made this child together.

But I’ve been raising them alone.

And I don’t mean just physically—

I mean emotionally, mentally, spiritually.

I’ve been the one answering the hard questions.

The one staying up all night.

The one crying behind closed doors, then wiping my face and showing up with love they never have to doubt.

You had the same opportunity to be a parent.

To try.

To learn.

To show up messy, imperfect, human—but present.

And you didn’t.

You disappeared when it got inconvenient.

You went silent when they needed you to speak.

You chose comfort over responsibility.

You watched us from a distance like we were something you could check in on—when you felt like it.

But this isn’t something you get to dip in and out of.

This is a life.

A little heart.

A child who didn’t ask for half-love, or weekend visits that turn into excuses.

And me?

I’ve been everything.

The safe place.

The stability.

The one who shows up on the good days and the ones that bring me to my knees.

You should’ve stood beside me.

But instead, you left me to do it all.

And I did.

I am.

Not because I wanted to do it alone—

but because I had no choice.

And you?

You’ll have to answer to them one day.

Not me.

I’ve already made peace with the fact that I gave them everything you didn’t.

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