The two of them screaming at each other. Me, watching them. They scream curse words at each other. Like they forgot I was there. Is this really what love looks like? If so, I don't like it.
And the next day he was gone.
You run away from your daughter who you left, and try to make nice with her again? Not a good cure for what you did.
Just a too small Band Aid over a raw spot.
You leave her in the first place? That's even worse.
All my mom would talk about was what an awful mistake she shade made.
"I was being so dumb, Rebecca! But he was so charming and so nice!" She had sighed.
Uh huh. Obviously before they got married and had me.
I remember going to the mailbox and getting the first check Dad had sent for Child Support.
That was when I knew things were really bad, and Daddy wasn't coming back. Shocker.
Soon,once stalkerish Mom had tracked dad down, she had found him living with a younger woman, Sheila, A.K.A. the Stepmonster.
After that, it was a huge jumble of summer breaks with Dad and Sheila, lunches with Dad, and sending Sheila a little something in the mail for Mother's Day.
Mom wanted me to connect with Dad again, but that was impossible.
Had she forgotten what had happened?
Sorry, no can do, don't think so, no thanks.
Once I had finally graduated high school (torture), Dad invited me, by phone, might I add, to attend the college where he taught, Barden University.
Funny, I thought school was finally over for me.
That was where I met Jesse.
You've heard this love story before, were the boy and girl meet, fall in love, but the girl doesn't want to fall because of her traumatic issues with her divorced parents, etc.
Maybe in a love song by Paramore.
Well, I am that girl.
Nice to meet you.