Daddy daughter dance…

My husband proposed to me about a year and a half later. We planned to get married the next year and my father was excited. This is a huge deal for a father of a girl. Giving away his daughter. Walking her down the isle. The daddy daughter dance. Everything.

A month before the wedding I receive a letter from my father telling me he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t come. His anxiety had been extremely high, his bipolar was getting worse and he was so sorry but he just couldn’t face all the people.

I was heartbroken but completely understood. This is when I really knew things were starting to get bad and I was at a loss. Thousands of miles away, about to start a family of my own, feeling completely helpless….

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