The Birthday Gift I Left at a Gate Because I Couldn’t Face My Own Shame
Rebecca made it clear: no contact until I “got my life in order.”
And at the time, I didn’t even have a life to order.
Still, I couldn’t let Harriet’s birthday pass like she didn’t exist.
I used the last money I had to buy her a small stuffed bunny.
And I wrote a note:
“I miss you so much. Happy Birthday. Love Daddy.”
I drove to the house where Rebecca was living with her new partner, Eric.
It wasn’t a normal house.
It was the kind of place that screams, someone here has their life together.
There was a big party.
