I’d post on FB or IG but she’d probably see it. This was the first real holiday apart. Our daughter (14) was with me, which was fun and we hung out with my sisters. Everything was pretty much like it always was…except she wasn’t there. I thought about her all day. I’ve wanted to message her or call her all day. Every time I do though it ends badly. I’m always the bad guy. It always comes back to what I did or didn’t do. A whole version of the life we spent together that I don’t agree with and that I didn’t live. I miss her so much though. I miss the good times and the bad times. I miss it all