What Makes A Bad Father?
There he was. But why was he here so early? We did not go to therapy until the afternoon, as the drive to Tucson was almost two hours. But he was here already. I felt the anxiety welling up. My hands began collecting my things as I knew what was coming next. The classroom speaker attached to the office crackled badly. But the school administrator’s voice was still easy to hear. “Can you please send Kim Thomas to the office.” The room erupted with high school kids jeering and taunting as I stood and made my way to the door.
It was not going to be okay
I grasped the knob on the door and gave it a twist and a push, and out I went. But why was he here so early? I made my way down the walkway to the office. My mind raced with all that had transpired the last week. What had he found out? What was uncovered? What lie had been opened up to the truth? I reached the office and went inside. I immediately knew that it was not going to be okay. The lady behind the counter started to greet me. But he cut her off and told me to wait out in the car. She looked at him and then back at me. I could see the fear and concern in her eyes. I went back out and made my way to the car.
