Some things change some stay the same
There are many things in my life that I regret. Especially loosing my son and leading to loosing my whole family. Not that any of it had been my fault. This fucking guy – Brian Kinney – was responsible for this whole mess. Nevertheless I think that I should have fought harder for them – my family.
When Susan – my new wife – decided that we should move to New York, I didn't intervene. There was nothing left for me in Pittsburgh, they've made that more than clear and more than just one time and none of them wanted to have anything to do with me, so why bother to stay around. A new beginning in a new town with my new wife sounded perfect.
So it wasn't very surprising that I was rather shocked to open my daily newspaper and saw an article about the upcoming show of New York's newest art talent Justin Taylor.
I couldn't believe it. My son was in New York, he even seemed to be living here for some years and he really seemed to become the big success he and his mother always had been talking about. Surely I knew how gifted my son has been but what kind of father in his right mind would want his son to forgo a rather promising career in business to try himself in the hard world of art.
Nevertheless, my son seemed to have succeeded and I was more than happy for him in spite of everything that had happened in our relationship.
I read the article again and started to memorize the date and place of his show. That Justin lived in New York meant that he wasn't with this guy anymore, right? So maybe he would go and continue his great relationship with his son – like before this whole 'gay' affair. Maybe now as an adult Justin would see that he, his father, has always been right and just wanted the best for his little son. And with these thoughts in his mind, Craig knew he would be at the gallery the next week, celebrating the success of his son and their renewed relationship.
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