The creator shares a deeply personal story about her difficult relationship with her father, a conservative Korean pastor. She chronicles her journey from a happy childhood to the conflict that arose when she came out as gay, his refusal to attend her wedding, and their eventual, subtle reconciliation, concluding with her ongoing effort to love and understand him.
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The hardest person to love in my life is my dad. And he has no idea.
If you’ve ever loved someone who couldn’t fully meet you where you are, and chose them anyway: this one’s for you.
I’m 38. I have 38 things I’m still figuring out. This is episode 2. Follow and figure it out with me.
Make sure to check out episode 1
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Transcript
I'm 38. The hardest person to love is my dad, and he has no idea. Growing up, I was his girl. He'd play fight Taekwondo with me, never yelled, always smiled. I grew up in his church, Korean immigrant community, deep faith, and I believed all of it completely. Until I was tier, figured out I was gay. In my twenties, I started questioning the belief system I was raised in. And I remember one specific Sunday, standing at the back of my dad's church while he preached about homosexuality as a sin. He had no idea I was gay. He was just preaching what he believed, but I was there carrying the secret, listening to my father's own voice, and I felt tears start to form in my eyes. My dad grew up poor in Korea. His father died before he was a month good. Never knew him. My grandmother raised five kids alone on faith. God wasn't just religion for my dad. God was the father he never had. July 2023, I told him I was engaged to a woman. I invited him to our wedding. He said he couldn't come. On my wedding day, I walked myself down the aisle and the whole time I was thinking, I would have loved my dad to be here. Two years went by. Silence. But in that silence, I kept coming back to something. My dad and I, we're mirrors of each other. Stubborn, strong willed, dreamers, believers when the whole world tells us that we're wrong. August 2025, he reached out. I was surprised. Four months later, we were on a cruise together for New Year's Eve, and somewhere better the dinners and the laughing, he looked at me and said, rank you for coming to the family gathering. But coming from my dad, I knew that he meant I love you. Now I call him every week, let him talk about his faith, ask questions, listen, not to make myself small, but because what I wanted from him, I'm choosing to give to him instead. He didn't show up to my wedding, but he's still my bad, and I'm still figuring out how to love him exactly for who he is. This is figuring it out episode two. Check out episode one below.