I know fathers day was yesterday, but i did not have time to post.
This picture was taken at my cousins wedding. One month after Ben and I got married, and 3 months after we met(July 2014.)
I am not here to say…”I have the best father ever”…I am here to say, right now, he is the best version of himself. It took 80 years for him to get to this point, but I will take it! When i was born, my mother cried, because after 2 girls, she wanted a boy. But my dad told me, he was happy with another girl. He worked very hard to bring our family from Iraq to America in 1981. His version of love was to financially support his family. From childhood into my teenage years my father was extremely verbally and physically abusive to my mother and was a alcoholic. I was terrified of him. When i was 21 he stopped talking to me for 5 years for something trivial. He met my ex husband once, even though we were married for almost 8 years, and he did not come to my wedding. After his second wave of cancer, I stood next to his bed, as I held his hand. We both cried a lot that day, and I knew I had to forgive him. Even though we are not close, I love him. I called him yesterday to tell him how much I appreciate him, especially because my mother does not speak to me. I never would have imagined I would find a man who gets along so well with my family!
My life is NOT AT ALL what I had imagined it would be, its SO MUCH BETTER! I chose to leave a toxic situation because I wanted to be happy. Everyone deserves happiness! Remember that!
Once you learn how to love yourself, happiness becomes essential. ❤️ #beautifullyvulnerable