Steve5511
And nothing else matters
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"You haven't asked me about my daughter." she said to me.
Honestly I was affraid to ask. It was my experience in situations like this that single mom's tended to be very protective of their children and could snap if you pried too much. I could see that she was still holding back a bit too. I know I was. We were both still feeling this whole thing out. But deep inside I wanted us to be more comfortable with this.
"I figured you would tell me about her when you were ready. I didn't want to pry." I told her. Then something from within started to come to the surface. I guess all those years of holding things in finally had enough and needed to come out. I stood right in front of her and just let it out.
"Why didn't you ever call me? Even though you used to beat me up as kids, I was always looking out for you. I was the first one there when that big storm blew down your tree fort trying to fix it. I was the one who carried you into my mom when you crashed your bike into out mailbox." I could feel the emotions coming out but it was too late to hold them in now. And frankly I didn't care if she saw me crying, wasn't the first time.
"Yes I know that your situation was a bit bigger than all of that kids stuff. But the point is that I was always there for you. Always have and always will. When I played football in college, sometimes we played in front of 100,000 people and were on national TV. But I can only imagine that the eyes of a small town focused on you was even more intense than that. I'm not saying anything would have changed or would be different, but at least you would of had someone there for you. I'd have been there for you."
I turned and walked away a bit to collect myself. I had been holding things in about her ever since she left. I was just a big bag of emotions right now. Like they say, the biggest guys are always the biggest babies with stuff like this.
Honestly I was affraid to ask. It was my experience in situations like this that single mom's tended to be very protective of their children and could snap if you pried too much. I could see that she was still holding back a bit too. I know I was. We were both still feeling this whole thing out. But deep inside I wanted us to be more comfortable with this.
"I figured you would tell me about her when you were ready. I didn't want to pry." I told her. Then something from within started to come to the surface. I guess all those years of holding things in finally had enough and needed to come out. I stood right in front of her and just let it out.
"Why didn't you ever call me? Even though you used to beat me up as kids, I was always looking out for you. I was the first one there when that big storm blew down your tree fort trying to fix it. I was the one who carried you into my mom when you crashed your bike into out mailbox." I could feel the emotions coming out but it was too late to hold them in now. And frankly I didn't care if she saw me crying, wasn't the first time.
"Yes I know that your situation was a bit bigger than all of that kids stuff. But the point is that I was always there for you. Always have and always will. When I played football in college, sometimes we played in front of 100,000 people and were on national TV. But I can only imagine that the eyes of a small town focused on you was even more intense than that. I'm not saying anything would have changed or would be different, but at least you would of had someone there for you. I'd have been there for you."
I turned and walked away a bit to collect myself. I had been holding things in about her ever since she left. I was just a big bag of emotions right now. Like they say, the biggest guys are always the biggest babies with stuff like this.