My kids don’t ask where you are

 My kids don’t ask where you are.

They’re too busy being little.
Too busy laughing, learning, and living in the moment.

But me? I notice.
I notice when you're not there.
I notice every time you say one thing and do another.
Every time you don’t show up.

And if you're wondering why I stopped trying,
why I created distance,
it's simple.

I won't let inconsistency get close to my kids.
They deserve people who mean what they say.
People who show up.
People who stay.

This isn't about bitterness.
It's about peace.
Their peace.

And the truth is, you're the one who’s missing out.