Most nights, I felt like I’d failed as a father. Regret, guilt—it was crushing. But little by little, I found a way to forgive myself and show up differently. This is how I started healing, one day at a time.
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Most nights, I felt like I’d failed as a father. Regret, guilt—it was crushing. But little by little, I found a way to forgive myself and show up differently. This is how I started healing, one day at a time.
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There were nights I couldn’t sleep—replaying every mistake, every angry word, every moment I wasn’t there. I felt like I had ruined everything. But I had to learn to forgive myself before I could expect my kids to. I started small: morning texts, showing up on time, even just being emotionally available. That guilt is still there sometimes, but it no longer owns me. I’m learning that being a good dad isn’t about being perfect. It’s about being present—even when you’re late to the game.