chapter forty

The air in my hospital room is stale with tension. I remain silent as the man before me looks unsure of himself.

My father and I really never had anything to talk about even when I was young. I doubted I existed to him even then.

He might look put together with a snazzy blueberry colored suit but we both know the ugly truth of what he really is.

I still struggle to see how I once thought he was only doing his best to make us happy when he was actually just being dismissive all along. He didn't care whether we fed, had a roof over our head or even kept the little respect we had running down from my mom's side of the family, he tore everything down with his numerous affairs.

I wasn't even sure if Max was the only one when he was still with my mom.

Anything that happened after he left was really none of my business and any other business he may have had in that time span was also not my problem.