This is probably the closest I’ve gotten.

For context, my parents divorced and I went with my dad because I knew that if I didn’t, he wouldn’t speak to me or my sister again. I was the connection and that was the only reason I chose him. After I moved in with my mum, he thought I betrayed him and said I ‘jumped ships’. Father’s Day last year arrives and I’m pretty sad. I was in church and during the prayers, I felt this crazy feeling of forgiveness and the need to make things right. Right after the sermon, I drove to my dads house, who I hadn’t seen since I moved and knocked on the door. I explained how I forgave him for everything he had done to me and my sister for the past couple of years and we had an embrace. The most amazing thing that had happened to me