I HATE MY DAD, HE REMARRIED ANOTHER WOMAN 2 MONTHS AFTER MY MOM DIED – SHATTERED MAN SHARES

I don’t even know how to put this into words without feeling like my chest is going to explode. My mom died, and with her went my world. She wasn’t just a parent, she was my best friend, my confidant, the person who made everything okay even when it wasn’t. Losing her left a hole in my life that I didn’t think anyone could ever fill.

For weeks, I barely ate. I barely slept. Every time I walked into our house, I expected to see her there, smiling, telling me everything would be alright. But she wasn’t. And my dad was there, but he wasn’t the dad I needed. He was quiet, distracted, as if my grief was inconvenient, as if losing his wife wasn’t enough to change him.

And then it happened. Two months. That’s all it took. Two months after my mother’s funeral, my dad remarried. A stranger. Some woman I’ve never met before. I don’t even know how to describe what I felt that day. Shock. Anger. Disbelief. A part of me died all over again. It wasn’t just that he moved on so quickly, it was the message behind it, my mother’s death didn’t matter. My grief didn’t matter.

I hate him for it. I hate him for smiling at her, for holding her hand, for pretending like nothing had happened. I hate him for not giving me time to breathe, to mourn, to even try to accept that life as I knew it was gone. I hate him for making me feel invisible in my own home, like my pain was irrelevant.

People keep telling me he’s “healing” in his own way, that everyone moves on differently. But what about me? What about the months I spent crying myself to sleep, wishing someone would just understand my pain? Did that mean nothing? My dad doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t seem to notice that I feel betrayed, abandoned, and completely heartbroken.

I keep asking myself if he ever really loved my mom, or if she was just someone he had grown comfortable with. I hate that thought, but I can’t stop it. I hate that I see him happy with her and feel like my mother, and I, are being erased.

I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive him. Maybe I won’t. All I know is that my anger, my heartbreak, my grief,they are mine. And I needed someone to hear that. My dad’s actions didn’t just hurt him. They shattered me.