I haven’t talked to him in a few years. Iv’e seen him briefly, but i try to dart away so he wont see me. A couple years ago I packed a bag of clothes, and left a letter for my dad, telling him that it was too hard for me to switch houses, cities, every week, living out of a backpack, hauling my things everywhere, and that i wanted to live with my mom, and see him on the weekends. It was closer to my school, and it would be easier on me. I think i was maybe 15. I got an explosive call, and heard the worst thing he could ever say. Leave, stay, i don’t want to see you again. So, i did. I stayed with my mom, and after the first month, the first shock went away, I waited everyday for the phone call, for the text message. I would have dreams, sometimes nightmares about seeing my dad. I don’t know whats more painful, losing someone you love, or having them turn away from you, not being able to know them, when they are so close, but so far away. Alot of mixed emotions have been held inside, its made me strong and its made me guarded, and its made me open at the same time. Finally, ive decided to reach out. Today i hopped the gate and shoved my graduation invitations under his door. Its up to him now.
Dri
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