I was so mad at him that I wouldn’t say a word to him to entire week before he left us. My life was so different after that. I was in constant state of confusion and anger because my parents couldn't work it out. No matter how much he gave me over the years, I refused to say, "Daddy".
When I became a mother my passion for journaling grew exponentially because my girls gave me so much material. I would literally journal nearly three times a day. I'd write letters to my girls on how excited I was to be their mother. I'd write about our daily adventures and how much they were growing. I had so much to say about the beauty of motherhood.