Feb
21
21
Filed under: Family
Today seemed like it was going to be a great day. After the phone call from my father, everything went downhill from there. He called my mom 3 more times. Then he called my brother. My brother called me to tell me that that dad was scaring him, so I called my mom. She told me not to worry, so I go upstairs after an argument with Matthew and give Forrest a bath. My brother calls again, this time to report that he is calling the police in Seward. I said fine, but also that we couldn’t do anything if dad wanted to kill himself. I continued to wash Forrest, and then Matthew came in, apologized and took over while I went into my room to ponder this mess.
I sat on the bed and then my brother called back. He had called the police and they were heading to my dad’s apartment. I don’t know why I did this, but I dialed my dad’s cell phone. Whispering “Don’t answer” to myself, he finally did after the 5th ring. I was relieved somewhat, but then he started crying again and telling me all these things. How I am his firstborn, that he is sorry for everything he did to us when we were young, that he loves mom, that he loves Joey, and on and on until I told him to go to bed. He finally said ok and hung up the phone.
As for me…I sat down in my darkened room and cried and cried and cried. I’m so thankful I have Matthew. He came in and held me. I don’t want to do anymore of that tonight. I won’t be answering the phone anymore this evening.
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