INTERSECTIONALITY

The Apology I Never Had The Courage To Say Out Loud – Until Now.

An Open Letter to My Father

This letter is, in many ways, an apology.

I’ve worked hard to mend so many relationships in my life but somehow, I overlooked this one. The most important one. I’ve always been the person who tries to “fix” things. Fix this. Fix that. So why didn’t I try to fix us?

Somehow, along the way, I made you the target for every disappointment, every moment that didn’t go as planned. When things went wrong, I looked at you. I pointed fingers. I blamed you, for the chaos, for the mess, for the parts of my life I didn’t understand or couldn’t control.

There have been moments, too many, where I’ve blamed you for the struggles in your own life, accused you of being irresponsible, as if I had any right. And when things didn’t go right in mine, I blamed you for not protecting me, not fixing it. That wasn’t fair.

But the truth is, there’s no hate in my heart. No anger. Just a tangled mess of circumstance and guilt.

I think about how I’ve treated you, especially in difficult moments, and it makes my heart ache. I wonder if I’ve become someone who preaches about compassion, empathy, and growth but forgets to practice it at…