For me, it’s been just like a nightmare.
Just can’t be real.
My relationship with my daughter has always been distant.
Not emotionally, my kid loved me and I knew it.
My job from the time when she was 18 months old and she moved across the country was to make damn sure that she knew
1) she had a dad and
2) that she had a dad that loved her.
It broke me when the family split,
I believe that the Almighty invented and sanctified marriage.
After all, that’s what makes a family.
Not civil partners or co-workers or a mob blood initiation, no, it’s when a man marries a woman and they create a kid.
That’s a family.
So we were a family, separated by tension, bitterness and about 3,000 miles.
I was allowed by court order to call my kid on Tuesdays and Thursdays
between 2 and 2:30pm, only (what a nice judge).
Well, I made damn sure I did.
No matter where I was or what I was doing, I stopped, found a payphone and called back East.
Naturally, she would be eating or sleeping or just not interested to gum the phone at the particular time, but, I called.
For years.
I never ‘moved on with my life’.
I never re-married and had few ‘girlfriends’.
My girl was back East and she was just a kid.
But I called and called and called, for years.
MORE TO COME
