I have a pretty cliché life story. My mother was an immigrant to the US and married my father. I had the dream childhood that any kid could ask for. When I was 18, my parents divorced because my dad got the hots for his co-worker's wife. They got married and went on to live their happily ever after.
Meanwhile, my mother packed her shit and moved back to her home country. To be closer to my mother, I started applying for colleges in her country. My younger brother who was 16 at that time stayed back in the US for a year and then started applying for college in my mom's country.
A year after they got married, my father had his baby. When she was born, neither me nor my brother were there in the US to meet her.
My father sent us her pictures and that was it. Meanwhile, I got busy with my college and then my job. I met my boyfriend and we are planning on getting married. I plan to live in my mother's country permanently.
Now me and my brother haven't seen our father since we both left the States. Recently, we got the news that our half sister got diagnosed with leukaemia and wanted to meet us. Apparently, my father promised her every christmas that we (me and my brother) were going to visit her next year. I only found out about his promise when he requested me and my brother to fly down to the US to meet her in the hospital.
I told my father that we would definitely come down to meet her, but it would have to be a month or two later as my brother was busy with his med school semester exams and I was busy with a very important work project, and I could miss out on a very important promotion if I bailed in the middle of the ongoing work.
He was sad but he insisted us to reconsider because she was getting sicker. He even said that he would pay for the flight tickets. I promised him that we would definitely come down to visit her after I was done with my work and my brother was done with his exams.
2 weeks later my half sister passed away. I felt sorry for my father and emailed him to send him my condolences.
A week later was what would have been her 8th birthday. My father's wife made a very emotional social media post celebrating her life and expressing sadness about her own family "abandoning" her.
I knew she was talking about me and my brother.
Now here's the thing.
I don't think we abandoned her, we weren't able to meet her because the timing wasn't right. I had worked really hard for that promotion and its really hard for women in my line of work to get that promotion. It was a rare opportunity for me and I didn't want to give that up.
Edit : the hate messages are lovely.
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