When Drew drove up, I didn’t even have time to collect myself. Dad burst out of the house.
Crap. He was so going to kill me.
I got out of the car as he ran up.
Me: Dad—
But he didn’t let me finish, because he grabbed me into the most ferocious bear hug he’s ever given me. It took me a second to realize he was crying. The guilt was overpowering
Me: Oh, Dad, I am so sorry.
Him: No, don’t be. You were so right, this isn’t fair of me, this was never fair to you, I’m so sorry, so, so sorry.
Suddenly, I was crying too. Crying and hugging him. I felt terrible for running away.
Me (blubbering): I didn’t want to hurt you but I just couldn’t go through with it all again.
He stroked my hair. Him: Of course not, honey, of course not. Although, I wish… I wish we could have talked this out.
He broke the hug, separating himself and holding my shoulders so he could look me in the eye. Him: You don’t have to run away to make your point. I’ll always listen.
I bit my lip. Me: I just never wanted to bother you.