You and me… we’re going to be just fine.”
“Like Emma and her mommy?” she asked, referring to her friend from daycare whose parents had divorced last year. “Maybe,” I said softly. “We’ll figure it out together.”
When the DNA results finally arrived, I wasn’t even surprised.
Of course, Jordan was Grace’s father. I’d never had a single doubt. But as I held those results in my hands, I realized something important.
Proving Jordan wrong wasn’t going to fix what he’d broken. I sat down at my laptop and began typing. Dear Jordan,
Here are your precious DNA results.
Congratulations! You’re officially Grace’s biological father. But you know what?
It doesn’t matter anymore. A real father wouldn’t abandon his daughter over a paranoid suspicion. A real husband wouldn’t disappear and leave his family in panic.
A real man wouldn’t hide behind notes and packages instead of having an actual conversation. You wanted the truth? Here’s the truth: We don’t need you.
I don’t want someone who could throw away eight years of love and trust because our daughter happens to look like my old friend. Grace deserves better than a father who could doubt her very existence. I deserve better than a husband who could think so little of me.
Don’t bother coming back. We’re done. -Kathryn
I sent both the results and my letter to the address he’d provided.
Then I blocked his number, called a lawyer, and started the process of filing for divorce. That evening, as Grace and I sat coloring at the kitchen table, she looked up at me with those innocent eyes and asked, “Are you sad, Mommy?”
I thought about it for a moment. “No, sweetie,” I replied, realizing it was true.
“I’m not sad. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is say goodbye to something that’s not good for us anymore.”
She nodded sagely, in that way only four-year-olds can, and went back to her coloring. It’s been a week now, and I haven’t heard anything from Jordan.
Maybe he’s ashamed. Maybe he’s angry. Maybe he’s relieved.
Honestly, I don’t care anymore. His disappearing act showed me exactly who he was, and his ridiculous demand proved what he thought of me. Some people might think I’m being too harsh, cutting him out completely.
But tell me, what would you do if someone you loved disappeared without a word, put you through days of panic and worry, only to demand a DNA test based on a photo resemblance? Would you take them back? Or would you do what I did and choose your own peace of mind?
All I know is that Grace and I are going to be just fine.
