After my parents divorced, Dad promised nothing would change but it did.
Once he married Jane, her three kids became his world, and I was pushed aside.
Weekends were canceled, birthdays forgotten, and I became just “Pumpkin” on his call log.
No more bedtime stories, no more quality time ust empty excuses and silence.

tried to stay hopeful, even bought concert tickets for us with babysitting money.
But he bailed again for Emma’s room makeover. When I fractured my arm, he never came; Jane’s kid had a check-up. He always had reasons, and I was always expected to understand.