After my parents’ divorce, I still believed my dad would be there for me. For a while, he was—until he remarried and shifted his focus entirely to his new wife and her kids. Slowly, I became less of a priority. Canceled plans, broken promises, and missed milestones became routine. It hurt, especially when I saw how much effort he put into their lives while I struggled just to get a phone call or show of support.
As I grew older, I stopped asking for his attention. My mom, however, was always by my side—working extra hours, cheering at every event, and helping me through everything from school to heartbreak. Even when my dad let me down over a school trip, she stepped in. That moment was my turning point: I decided I’d stop chasing someone who had no intention of showing up.
When my high school graduation came around, I had worked hard to earn top honors. Surprisingly, Dad offered to help pay for the party—but days before, he backed out, choosing to spend the money on his stepkids instead. I declined his offer entirely and moved on, choosing to celebrate with the people who truly supported me, including Mike—my mom’s partner, who had shown up in ways my dad never did.
On graduation day, our school tradition allowed top students to be walked onstage by a parent or mentor. When my name was called, Mike stood beside me. As we stepped forward, my dad stormed onto the stage, angry and demanding to take his place. But I told him what needed to be said: “You forgot me for ten years. You don’t get to show up now.” That day, he learned that being a parent is about consistency—not just showing up for applause.