At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”

Then:

That was not your failure. It was mine.

Better.

I treated being needed by you and Mom as evidence that I was important, while letting both of you carry the actual work.

I read the rest once.

Then put it away.

No reply.

An apology can be useful without requiring reunion.