The day your father told me that you were on your way, I told him that nothing is about him anymore. And maybe that’s a rude thing to say but honestly I will put you above him solely off the fact that you are a child. You didn’t ask to be created by a guy who loves perceived freedom more than doing the right thing and the girl who got swept up in it. Your presence might grow these two up. That’s the power that you wield. That power will grow as you make your way into the world.
I’m not sure of how your family dynamic will go, whether your parents will stay together, if your father will be the father you need him to be, or if your mother will judge you for being yourself whoever you may be. I can’t tell you that you won’t get bullied for something stupid or that you won’t be frustrated with life. I don’t want to be the aunt that lies to you.
As you grow inside your mother’s womb, know that things are being prepared just for you. Know that your aunt on your dad’s side is waiting to shower you with love and acceptance. Know that I am always just a call away.