06/18/2025
My parents divorced when I was four. At first, Dad stayed involved. But after marrying Jane, who had three kids, I started fading from his life. He'd cancel plans, saying, "We already saw a movie this week," or "You should be happy we're doing family stuff."
We planned to go to a concert—he promised to come. Instead, he spent the money painting his stepkid's room. When I brought it up, he’d say, "Don't be dramatic," or "You're just jealous."
A few years ago, he promised to help with a school trip, then backed out last minute because "The twins only turn ten once." Mom borrowed to cover it. She always had my back. But I was broken by his actions. That's when I stopped asking.
Now I'm graduating—top of my class. Dad gave me money for the celebration on his own initiative, then called saying, "Your stepbrother’s having a tough time," and asked for it back. "He needs it more than you right now."
Two days later, I quietly handed him the envelope back.
Yesterday, at my graduation ceremony, I was called on stage. The tradition? Parents walk you up. Guess what? My dad finally came and stood up to come to the stage. But as he lifted his eyes to me, he turned red as hell. ⤵️