My Daughter Said I Was No Longer the Mother She Needed and Moved in With Her Stepmother — Story of the Day
It felt like someone had stabbed me right in the chest. “What? You don’t want to live with me anymore?” I asked.
“NO!” she shouted.
Ben stepped in, hesitating. “Um… I think it’s fine. Mary-Ann can stay with us, right?” he said, turning to Jessica.
“Yes, I’m happy about that!” Jessica said, but I saw her clench her jaw. She didn’t look happy at all.
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“Well… fine,” I said. I grabbed my bag and walked to the door.
Ben followed me. “Everything will be okay. I think she just needs time to calm down.”
“This wouldn’t have happened if you had played the role of a father at least once,” I said and left.
I cried the entire drive home. Maybe she really did need time. Or maybe I had already lost her.
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While Mary-Ann lived with Ben, I still kept an eye on her. I could not just let go. I asked Ben how she was doing, even though his answers were short.
Sometimes I parked a block away and watched her walk home from school.
Just to know she was okay. I didn’t want to spy, but I couldn’t help it. She was still my daughter.
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