I guess I’m supposed to be an adult now. Forgive. Forget. That sort of thing. Let bygones be bygones.
But here’s the thing: I don’t want to… and probably won’t.
Dexter (haven’t called him Dad in years), shows up at my door. Expecting what, I don’t know. He doesn’t get past the foyer.
Childhood memories prevail. Put-down, neglected, being told I’d amount to nothing. Abandoned. My life and career are finally taking off. And here he comes- the proud father.
Back then, I couldn’t understand how it could be so easy to let go of someone… I get it now.
But here’s the thing: I don’t want to… and probably won’t.
Dexter (haven’t called him Dad in years), shows up at my door. Expecting what, I don’t know. He doesn’t get past the foyer.
Childhood memories prevail. Put-down, neglected, being told I’d amount to nothing. Abandoned. My life and career are finally taking off. And here he comes- the proud father.
Back then, I couldn’t understand how it could be so easy to let go of someone… I get it now.
