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I don’t remember these touching moments, nor do I recall any of the stories about him tossing a football with my brothers in the front yard.
That’s why it was strange when he suddenly started paying attention to me.
Mom took me to a doctor and he told me I had migraines.
The next year I began to suffer from excruciating stomach pain that left me unable to eat.
She eventually took me to another doctor and he told me I had depression. * * * Two days before I started my freshman year of college my car broke down on the side of the road.
Mom was busy at a church fundraiser so Dad came to rescue me.
Dad had sent the time and location for the meet-up, expecting a quickie.
When he realized it was his two sons in the car, and not the guy who had responded to his personal ad, he hit the gas and his tires screeched as he took off in the opposite direction.
Mom had graduated with a degree in home economics and thought it was cruel when other families allowed their kids to eat dinner in front of the TV.
I never noticed how dark his windows were tinted, but now it made sense. Was that something you did when you were meeting a teenager for sex in the alley behind a sporting goods store?
They drove closer, unsure of what would happen next.
Most days he would be gone before we woke up and arrive home shortly before dinner.
Mom would rush to greet him, tearing off her oven mitts so she could take his briefcase. “Dad’s had a long day and he’s very tired.” If we were too loud or demanding, he’d be quick to let us know. “They know to respect me there.” I’ve read the books he wrote about my early childhood and wondered who this man was that claimed to have held me on his lap.In the Christian parenting books my dad wrote, we were always the most perfect devout family.