The Jacket Pocket Secret That Altered How I Saw My Stepfather Forever

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May be an image of text that says 'My real dad left and stepdadad raised me from age 6. I never accepted him. At 18, left home and never visited. 5 years later, he got sick and died. He only left me his old jacket. I threw it in my closet. Years later, I wanted to give it away. I checked the pocket and froze. Inside, he left...'

The Jacket Pocket Secret That Altered How I Saw My Stepfather Forever

For most of my life, I kept my stepdad at arm’s length.

When my father walked out when I was only six, Mark quietly stepped in. He was there for every school performance, every bike ride, every meeting with my teachers.

But no matter how hard he tried, I refused to let him in. Deep down, I felt that caring for him would somehow betray the memory of my biological father—even though that man had abandoned us. Mark never gave up, but I never once let the word “Dad” cross my lips.

At eighteen, I left for college and nearly cut him out of my life altogether. For five long years, we barely spoke. Then one winter morning, my mom called with devastating news: Mark was critically ill. I rushed home, but by the time I arrived, he was gone.

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