My daughter, Willow, was devastated when my ex-husband, Owen, chose a Disney trip with his stepdaughters over her dance recital. She had been practicing tirelessly, excited for him to see her perform, only to be crushed when he casually told her he couldn’t make it. She ran to her room in tears, sobbing, “He doesn’t care about me! He never did!”I was furious. Owen had already missed so much—her soccer games, school events, and now this. I knew words wouldn’t be enough to make him understand the damage he was causing, so I decided to show him.I recorded a video of Willow dancing in our backyard, her movements full of passion and sadness. When she finished,

I asked her to say something to her dad. Her voice trembled as she said, “Dad, I worked really hard on this. I wanted you to be proud. I thought you loved me enough to be here.” Tears filled her eyes, and my heart broke for her.Originally, I planned to send the video to Owen, but I realized a private message wouldn’t be enough. Instead, I posted it on social media, sharing our story. The response was overwhelming. Thousands of people shared the video, outraged by Owen’s neglect. His absence wasn’t just a personal failure anymore—it became public.