I guess he was in one of his moods but Iām learning to tell when he gets this way.
It begins with him rubbing his temples. His migraines get so bad that I've heard him banging his hands to his forehead during his morning shower. He comes out of the bathroom and you can see something's not right. His eyes flash with anger and he explodes at the drop of a hat.
Then he storms out the door.
I don't know where he goes but I've learned to stay quiet when he gets this way.
I went and got the journal I'd taken and began to read.
The first entry.
"It was where the 'upper-crust' lived and grandma was the crustiest of them all. First day of school I remember all the other kids made fun of me because I didn't have a father. How did they know? I ran crying through the gates, down the long driveway and inside to the drawing room to ask my mother why, unlike all the other kids, I didn't have two parents? My mother looked me right in the eyes and told me that my father was looking down from heaven right now at his beautiful son. She told me had died before I was born -- car accident.
But my grandma walked out of the room, disgusted.
The next day I told the other kids that my daddy was an angel looking down and protecting me when this little girl, Heather Litni, said her father called my mom a 'whore.' I didn't know what that meant and I'm sure Heather didn't either-- but we both knew it sounded bad. I called her a booger eating girl and punched her square in the face."
I put the book down.
Steve's dad wasn't around when he was growing up either.
I reached for my father's phone number in my wallet.
