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My daughter blocked me for 8 years after choosing her mother in our divorce, then suddenly came back. My ex-wife and I divorced when my daughter Emma was 14. It was messy. My ex told Emma I'd cheated, which wasn't true. She told Emma I'd abandoned the family, which also wasn't true. Emma believed her. During the custody hearing, the judge asked Emma who she wanted to live with. She said her mother. She said she didn't want to see me at all. The judge granted her request. I tried to reach out. I called, texted, sent emails. Emma blocked my number. Blocked me on social media. Returned every letter I sent unopened. My ex encouraged it. She told Emma I was toxic and that cutting me off was healthy. I kept trying for two years. Then I stopped. Not because I didn't love Emma, but because I realized forcing contact was hurting her more. I sent one final email telling her I'd always love her and that my door was always open. Then I backed off. Eight years passed. I heard about Emma through mutual friends occasionally. She'd graduated high school. Started college. Got engaged. I wasn't invited to any of it. Then last month, I got a text from an unknown number. It said, "Dad, it's Emma. Can we talk?" I stared at my phone for ten minutes. I didn't know what to say. I finally replied, "Of course." She called me an hour later. She was crying. She said, "I'm so sorry." I asked what happened. She said her mom had been lying to her for years. That she'd recently found old emails between me and my ex from during the divorce. Emails where I'd begged for joint custody. Where I'd offered to pay for Emma's therapy. Where I'd asked my ex to stop turning Emma against me. Emma said she'd confronted her mom. Her mom admitted she'd lied about the cheating. That she'd manipulated Emma to hurt me. Emma said she felt sick. That she'd wasted eight years hating me for things I didn't do. I told her it wasn't her fault. She said it was. She said she should've listened to me. I told her she was a kid. That kids believe their parents. She asked if I hated her. I said I could never hate her. She asked if we could meet. I said yes. We met at a coffee shop the next day. She looked so different. She was 22 now. An adult. We sat across from each other in silence for a while. Then she said, "I don't know where to start." I said, "Start wherever you want." She told me everything. How her mom had poisoned her against me from the beginning. How her mom would cry and say I'd destroyed the family. How her mom told her I didn't want to see her. She said she'd believed it all. She said she was sorry. I told her I forgave her. She asked how I could forgive her so easily. I said because she was my daughter. Because I never stopped loving her, even when she didn't love me back. She started crying again. She said she did love me. She just didn't know how to get past what her mom had told her. I told her I understood. We talked for three hours. She told me about college, her fiancé, her job. I told her about my life. It was strange. Like meeting someone new but also reconnecting with someone I'd always known. At the end, she asked if we could do this again. I said I'd like that. Over the next few weeks, we met up regularly. She introduced me to her fiancé. He was a good guy. She said she wanted me at her wedding. I told her I'd be honored. She asked if I was upset that I'd missed so much of her life. I said yes. But I was more grateful to have her back. Last week, she told me she'd cut contact with her mom. She said she couldn't forgive her for what she did. I told her that was her choice to make. She said she felt guilty. I told her she shouldn't. That she had every right to feel however she felt. She asked if I'd forgiven her mom. I said no. She asked if I ever would. I said I didn't know. My daughter blocked me for 8 years after choosing her mother in our divorce, then suddenly came back. And I welcomed her with open arms. Because that's what parents do.