It's weird to go back so many years and try to recall all the why's and what-happened's. But I'm trying to find a way to make it both interesting and truthful. The first thing I told her is that I'll only call him by his name. In no way has he ever been a "dad" to her. I'm also reassuring her that this man is not "the other half" of her; that who we are comes from the people who have loved us, nurtured and cared for us as we're growing up. A dad is someone who loves unconditionally and is a part of their child's life.
It sure isn't easy dredging up all the
old thoughts, but my granddaughter
is worth it,
so it needs to be done.
Wish me luck!
