Daddy Dearest Part III

Part III

Back to that night when I was 14…I was numb for awhile. I walked out of the kitchen. I went into my room. I stood there and stared at the floor. My mom came in and asked me if I was okay. I said yes. I was more concerned about them than myself. I felt fine. I told her I didn't want to see him. I had legally changed my last name. My "step father" was my dad now. I didn't want the sperm donor imposing on my life. I was well adjusted, damn it! My mom reassured me that everything would be fine and I trusted her.

A few nights later, a limo pulled up to my house escorted by a cop car. Someone knocked on my door and I knew exactly who it was. I ran into my room and hid in my closet. I was 14 and I was hiding in my closet. It was a bit ridiculous, but there I was, quietly listening and waiting for the limo to start up again and drive away. I was back in the same crouching position I found myself in 8 years ago when I hid next to the garage while my father destroyed our house. Apparently, he had a gift for getting me to my knees in fear.

I know it sounds weird that he came with a limo, but don't worry. He wasn't coming to sweep me in some limo and take me to Chuckie Cheese's which he promised to do and never came through on. He was merely working...at one of his 3 jobs which included and still does, driving a limo. The cop was there to keep things civil and he advised my dad to not come out and confront my biological father. The cop said he understood why my dad would want to but, for his own sake, he really shouldn't. So, while my biological father was pacing up and down the driveway in typical fashion, my mom spoke with the cop and told him I wasn't home. The cop then advised my mom to make sure she contacted a lawyer and to make sure that she and I were both there for the next meeting that was sure to come. He warned her that she could get placed in jail if a judge made an order that we did not follow. And indeed he did. The judge didn't spend enough time looking over our history and made it mandatory for me to see my father and tell him myself that I did not want to rekindle a relationship with him. This was a real treat for me.