That year I spent with Dad was ridiculous.
He used to cry about Sherry all the time. He’d look at a picture, and cry. I pretended I didn’t see; that is the times I was actually there.
I spent a lot of time not there. I didn’t want to be part of his drama. Anything to get away from my Dad’s crying over Sherry. I’d sleep over a friend’s house, I sign up for every excursion my High School had to get away from him.
He was such a sad creature, so depressing. It was like having some kind of sick puppy to tend. He’d only been married to Sherry for a day or two when she left. I saw her once for a minute.
She was so pretty, she was out of his league, how he got her to marry him….?
Anyway, I couldn’t wait to get away to college. I chose one on the other side of the country to put a lot of distance between me and my parents. And I went away in joy. I loved being on my own.
Sure once and a while if I needed money I’d call Dad and he’d send me something. I didn’t bother call Mom, because she had her husband Brad and her new son.
I had my own life and dreams and no one was going to mess it up for me.