On the day that my ex-husband contacted and wanted to get back in touch with our daughter, I had a strong belief that it may be the decision that she had been looking forward to for a long time. I had learned to keep my guard up after experiencing three years of grief; yet, when he told me that he wanted to spend time with Lily, I allowed myself to open the door a little just a little bit. On because of her.
When Lily was just two years old, Leo abandoned us and left us. He did not just go; rather, he went a few streets away to live with the lady with whom he had been secretly having an affair. Without a farewell that made any sense. There will be no apologies. Nothing more than a choice: begin over without us.
On no occasion did I ask him to remain. To be honest, I was too proud to do it. As well as an excessive amount of affection for my daughter to devote time to pursuing someone who did not want to be there. I was able to pick up the fragments. During my time at the hospital, I worked double shifts. I took on the role of both mother and father. However, no number of toys or tales you read to Lily before sleep could keep the inquiries from coming as she grew older.
“Why doesn’t Daddy come home to see me?”
“Have I made a mistake in my actions?”
Are you still in love with me, Daddy?
These inquiries shattered me to pieces. For each and every instance.
Every time I reached out to Leo, whether it was on her birthday, after her first ballet performance, or when she lost her first tooth, he always responded in the same way.
“I’m sorry, Stacey, but… Currently, I am living a new life. You will arrive to a solution.”
Therefore, I gave up trying.
Until the moment when his name appeared on my screen on that particular Friday morning. My first inclination was to disregard it. On the other hand, I responded.
It was reported that he had been pondering. He said that he was sorry about everything. That he wanted to get back in touch with Lily and spend a weekend together for the sole purpose of spending time with her.
The words “I want her to know I still love her” were said by him. “I am sorry for my error. “I want to make it right.”
If only I could have believed him. Perhaps this was just what Lily needed.
I then proceeded to pack her overnight bag. Her teddy bear, her favorite foods, and her unicorn pajamas were all things that she never went to bed without. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and assured her that her father would be spending the whole weekend with her.
Her grin was so beautiful that it crushed my heart. Because I was aware of how eagerly she had been anticipating this moment.
Saturday came and went. Lily was smiling and giggling in every image that Leo gave her, which he took at the park, when she was riding a carousel. I allowed myself to experience a sense of relief. Perhaps this time he meant what he said.
And then Sunday arrived.
As a result, everything fell apart.
When my sister phoned, she was irate. How could you allow him to act in such a way?
Do what is it? I questioned, perplexed.
She spoke the words, “I just saw them on Instagram,” as her voice was trembling. “He married his wife. At this moment. And he employed Lily in the role of the flower girl.
The pit of my stomach sank.
The screenshot was supplied by her. On their wedding day, Leo and Rachel were beaming with happiness. And in the middle of them, wearing a white dress with frills that I had never seen before, was Lily. The bouquet is being held. Appearing to be disoriented.
The hashtags are like a blow to the face when they are read.
#MyPrincess #FlowerGirl #OurDay #FamilyComplete #OurDay #YourDay
When I attempted to contact Leo, I. Sending a voicemail. Once more. There is no response.
In the backdrop, I was able to identify the location, which was a nearby estate that included a glass gazebo. While I was driving there, my heart was racing and my anger was growing with each red light.
Upon my arrival, the party was already very much in progress. Champagne was being consumed by the guests. Songs were played. As she wore her gown, Rachel beamed. My kid was seated on a bench by herself, embracing her teddy bear. I was there to see her. The sight of me brought a smile to her face.
“Mommy, would you mind if we went home right now?” Her voice was soft.
Immediately, I grabbed her and carried her away. It was at that time when Rachel arrived.
“Hold on!” While maintaining her fake grin, she continued to speak. “The family photo has not yet been delivered to us!”
I was fixated on her. She is not your daughter, she says. The woman is not a prop. Her age is five.”
Rachel smiled and mocked, “Oh, relax.” “She had a nice appearance. There was a need for a flower girl.
Disgusted, one of her bridesmaids approached her from behind and stood behind her. The lady responded by saying, “She planned this.” “Rachel confirmed to us that she would get Leo to “steal the youngster.” It was said that “Her mother will fall for it.”
Let out a gasp. Stares at you. Not only that, but Leo’s cousin also came up to me and apologized.
Not a single word was said by me. I just departed. My daughter was in my arms at the time.
It was the next morning that Rachel’s wedding postings were no longer visible. Friends de-followed her behavior. As for Leo? Since then, he has not called.
When he exploited his daughter to orchestrate a picture-perfect wedding, he did not give any consideration to the emotional harm he was inflicting on a girl who only wanted to have her father back.
That was the last opportunity he had.
Lily is no fool, despite the fact that she is still young. That night, she inquired of me, “Mommy, was that wedding really going to take place?” Are you sure that I am his princess?
My embrace was really tight. “I want you to be my princess. I will always be there to defend you.
Because some dads are not deserving of being referred to in that manner. And some moms have to be able to have two children at the same time.
