My 3-year-old daughter, Allie, has always been a daddy’s girl. My wife once thought it was sweet, but one night she tearfully told me, “You need to move out for a few weeks. She depends on you for everything. I need to find my place with her again.”
It broke my heart, but I agreed. The house felt empty without Allie’s laughter, and after five days, I came home early — only to find her and my wife drawing together, smiling. Allie ran to me with a picture of the three of us holding hands under a bright sun labeled MY FAMILY.
That’s when I understood — my wife didn’t want distance, just connection. Now, Allie loves us both equally, and our home feels whole again. Sometimes, love means stepping back so someone else can step in.
