I don’t matter or mean anything
One of the hardest things I’ve had to accept is how little I hear from my own children. My son and daughter rarely call or text. I’m not asking for anything big—I’d just like to hear from them. A simple “Hey Dad, how are you?” would mean more than they probably realize.
People don’t understand how painful it is to feel forgotten by your own kids. I think about them constantly, and sometimes I wonder if they ever think about me. I don’t need money, favors, or anything from them. I just want to feel like I still matter. I’m their father, and I miss them more than I know how to put into words.
People don’t understand how painful it is to feel forgotten by your own kids. I think about them constantly, and sometimes I wonder if they ever think about me. I don’t need money, favors, or anything from them. I just want to feel like I still matter. I’m their father, and I miss them more than I know how to put into words.




