… but I feel compelled to tell you that today is my biological father’s 59th birthday.
I haven’t seen the man in almost a decade, and I don’t feel the least bit of regret or sadness about that; in fact, it’s best for me and my family that I haven’t had anything to do with him in that time. Still, for all of that, I harbor no overt ill-will against the man; I’ve moved on and I don’t have the energy to hate him anymore, but neither do I want any of his influence in my life.
I’m marking his birthday, though. For him, I’m sending some good energy out into the universe. Just because I want him utterly separate from me doesn’t mean I can’t wish him well for his own sake, right?