I’m a single dad of a disabled child. Ella, my GF, eventually dumped me after learning my daughter was sick. It was hurtful, but I survived. I could never have thought the story would repeat itself over and over again! Three more women — Janette, Oona, and Maureen — left me too, after hearing about my little Marla! I was totally crushed.

I was done with dates, and a LOT of things have changed with time. Living in a small town means that people know EVERYTHING about you. So, one day, I lost my ability to speak after seeing my ex, Ella, at my doorstep.

Ella: Hey! Look… I have to talk to you, urgent. It’s…

But before she said anything, I saw two cars pulling up to my street. Suddenly, I saw Oona, Janette, and Maureen, coming to me! All of my ex-GFs were there!

Me: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

Ella: Let me explain…

I stood there, frozen, as my ex-girlfriends gathered in front of my house. The shock of seeing them all together was almost too much to bear. What were they doing here? And why now?
Janette stepped forward, her expression pained. “We need to talk, Alex. All of us.”
I blinked, trying to make sense of what was happening. “Talk about what?”

Oona spoke up next, her voice trembling. “About Marla.”

My heart sank as I realized what this was about. They had all left me because of my daughter’s condition. I felt a surge of anger and hurt, but I pushed it aside, focusing on what they had to say.

Maureen stepped forward, her eyes filled with regret. “We made a mistake, Alex. We were wrong to leave you and Marla. We let our fear and ignorance get the best of us.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to their words. For so long, I had felt abandoned and alone, but now, here they were, admitting their mistake and asking for forgiveness.

Ella stepped forward, her expression contrite. “I’m sorry, Alex. I was wrong to judge you and Marla without understanding the full story. I should have been there for you.”

I looked at each of them in turn, feeling a mix of emotions wash over me. Part of me wanted to push them away, to hold onto my anger and hurt. But another part of me longed for closure, for the chance to move forward without carrying the weight of their rejection.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Thank you for coming,” I said softly. “I appreciate your honesty.”

As we stood there in the fading light of the evening, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. For the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful about the future, knowing that I wasn’t alone, and that forgiveness was possible.