convinced by my sweet mother to stay for a couple more moments.
But my heart was racing—I just couldn’t stand the man who’s pretending to be my father.
“I know that what I did is unforgettable, and the years you lost can’t be brought back. All I ask of you is to let me compensate for that and try my best to repent my sins.”
I don’t know why, but his face started shining in a weird way.
His next words would reveal the reason.
“You see, after a second attempt at suicide, the Lord saved me and showed me the true path I should follow in life. Now I’m a changed man. I quit drinking and devoted my life to the church.”
“Is that right?” I said. “Good for you, you’ll go to heaven now.”
“If you don’t trust me, Elaine will tell you how hard I tried to make this change. She helped throughout the entire journey from damnation to salvation.”
“Elaine? Elaine who?” I asked my mother, looking confused at both of them because I had no idea who he’s talking about.
“Well you see,” he said to me, “Elaine is my wife. She was the one who saw my potential and saw there was good in me.”
“Your wife, huh?”
“Yes Clara.”
“And how long have you been married?” This conversation was rapidly changing from death and booze to wives and the church, and frankly it’s too dramatic for me.
“Well, twelve years by now, with the help of the Lord Jesus…”
“Oh, hell no. So you quit drinking and decided it’s time to get yourself some new chick with no child and no responsibility? And you have the guts to come here and ask for my forgiveness.”
I got up from my chair and grabbed my head with both hands in desperation and indignation.
“Clara please…”
“You should go back to your beloved wife and tell her all these things because you left us to struggle and cry. Please get out of my face—I really don’t have the time for this shit right now! I came here to have a nice dinner with my mother and what did I get? This mess with some guy pretending to be my father. Just leave before I call the police!” Then I returned to the kitchen to have a glass of water and tried cooling myself down before I exploded.
“Clara,” called my mother, shocked by the words that came out of my mouth.
This wasn’t the way she raised me, but I just couldn’t keep all that anger locked up!
I couldn’t believe how wrong the night turned out after how happy I was when I left my apartment.
This was a nightmare!
Thomas came through the kitchen door and explained that he and his wife just moved in our neighborhood because he wanted to be a part of my life again.
“Great. I hope your house falls on your head on the next earthquake and kills both of you,” I replied.
Then I nervously and hurriedly left the house.
“You can keep him if you are so fond of him, Mom!”
Chapter Four
My heart was pounding harder than I had ever experienced.
All I could think of was that I needed some booze to calm my nerves.
I hurriedly drove back home with one thought: I couldn’t stand that place anymore knowing that he was there, in my mother’s house – a house that she paid for with so much pain and sweat.
It’s unacceptable!
I went straight to a liquor store and bought the largest bottle of wine I could find.
As I called my best friend Madeleine, all sorts of thoughts about how my father—like how he could hurt my mother again—kept popping in my mind. I swore to myself that I would kill him if he even thought of doing something nasty to her again.
“Hi there, what’s up?” said Madeleine on the phone, but my thoughts were back to my mother’s house. “Hey, Clara, are you there? That’s funny; you call then don’t say anything. This better not be a prank because you are in big trouble, miss!” she said while I came back to my senses.
“Ah… hey, Madeleine. Sorry, I was distracted. Are you home? I brought you
But my heart was racing—I just couldn’t stand the man who’s pretending to be my father.
“I know that what I did is unforgettable, and the years you lost can’t be brought back. All I ask of you is to let me compensate for that and try my best to repent my sins.”
I don’t know why, but his face started shining in a weird way.
His next words would reveal the reason.
“You see, after a second attempt at suicide, the Lord saved me and showed me the true path I should follow in life. Now I’m a changed man. I quit drinking and devoted my life to the church.”
“Is that right?” I said. “Good for you, you’ll go to heaven now.”
“If you don’t trust me, Elaine will tell you how hard I tried to make this change. She helped throughout the entire journey from damnation to salvation.”
“Elaine? Elaine who?” I asked my mother, looking confused at both of them because I had no idea who he’s talking about.
“Well you see,” he said to me, “Elaine is my wife. She was the one who saw my potential and saw there was good in me.”
“Your wife, huh?”
“Yes Clara.”
“And how long have you been married?” This conversation was rapidly changing from death and booze to wives and the church, and frankly it’s too dramatic for me.
“Well, twelve years by now, with the help of the Lord Jesus…”
“Oh, hell no. So you quit drinking and decided it’s time to get yourself some new chick with no child and no responsibility? And you have the guts to come here and ask for my forgiveness.”
I got up from my chair and grabbed my head with both hands in desperation and indignation.
“Clara please…”
“You should go back to your beloved wife and tell her all these things because you left us to struggle and cry. Please get out of my face—I really don’t have the time for this shit right now! I came here to have a nice dinner with my mother and what did I get? This mess with some guy pretending to be my father. Just leave before I call the police!” Then I returned to the kitchen to have a glass of water and tried cooling myself down before I exploded.
“Clara,” called my mother, shocked by the words that came out of my mouth.
This wasn’t the way she raised me, but I just couldn’t keep all that anger locked up!
I couldn’t believe how wrong the night turned out after how happy I was when I left my apartment.
This was a nightmare!
Thomas came through the kitchen door and explained that he and his wife just moved in our neighborhood because he wanted to be a part of my life again.
“Great. I hope your house falls on your head on the next earthquake and kills both of you,” I replied.
Then I nervously and hurriedly left the house.
“You can keep him if you are so fond of him, Mom!”
Chapter Four
My heart was pounding harder than I had ever experienced.
All I could think of was that I needed some booze to calm my nerves.
I hurriedly drove back home with one thought: I couldn’t stand that place anymore knowing that he was there, in my mother’s house – a house that she paid for with so much pain and sweat.
It’s unacceptable!
I went straight to a liquor store and bought the largest bottle of wine I could find.
As I called my best friend Madeleine, all sorts of thoughts about how my father—like how he could hurt my mother again—kept popping in my mind. I swore to myself that I would kill him if he even thought of doing something nasty to her again.
“Hi there, what’s up?” said Madeleine on the phone, but my thoughts were back to my mother’s house. “Hey, Clara, are you there? That’s funny; you call then don’t say anything. This better not be a prank because you are in big trouble, miss!” she said while I came back to my senses.
“Ah… hey, Madeleine. Sorry, I was distracted. Are you home? I brought you
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