Chapter 198: Today is Different

Each of the old steps on our front porch creak as I land on them in my hurried attempt into the house. I skip a few, using the wooden handrail to pull myself higher.

I spent the few short blocks of my walk in complete introspection unlike anything I've ever done. Even more than the semester I took an Intro to Psychology class, and the professor made us spend an entire unit analyzing our childhood. I had quite a few issues to work through, if you hadn't guessed.

But today is different.

Today all of that self-help mumbo-jumbo worked. I've spent the last twenty-four years promising myself it didn't matter or bother me that my father didn't want me. But that was all a lie because this afternoon I do feel great.

Splendid.

The best I've ever felt my entire life.

My father is an asshole.

Like a huge self-centered manipulating, delusional, asshole. There is no other way to describe him.

And that's not my fault.