A Time Your Child Said or Did Something That Broke Your Heart

He said, “You’re not my real dad.”

And I get it — that’s not uncommon. But it still crushed me.

Not because it wasn’t true, but because behind those words was a wound I couldn’t reach.

What broke my heart wasn’t the rejection — it was the pain under it.

The kind of pain that says, “I’ve been hurt before… and I don’t know if I can trust you not to leave too.”

I had a choice. Defend myself? Or kneel in humility?

So I knelt — figuratively and spiritually.

I looked him in the eyes and said, “You’re right. I’m not your real dad. But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

That moment changed something in me.

It made me realize that my role isn’t to earn a title — it’s to reflect the Father who never leaves.

Even when we scream at Him.

Even when we push Him away.

That day, I felt a small part of what God must feel when we do the same.