Lately I'd been thinking that I want Dad completely, totally out of my life. To the point of having my wedding, whenever that day comes, in another city just so he wouldn't be the one to walk me down the aisle. To the point of not going to his funeral, when that day comes. I figured I would be safer, happier in the long run that way.
But...that car ride with Dad was probably the most honest conversation we've ever had. And it got me thinking, maybe we can make something work after all.
Maybe I could give it one last chance.
So I called him...and I could tell he was a little confused. I never call him. I never really talk to him. Even when I call Mom and he picks up the phone, I just ask to talk to her, and not to him.
I asked if we could get coffee or something after school.
He said sure, maybe we could go for dinner, he could bring Mom too.
I told him I was thinking it'd be nice if it was just the two of us, and we could talk.
Silence. More surprise, I guess.
And so we decided on dinner, just the two of us, at 7:30.
My boyfriend said, "your funeral."
But there's a small spark of hope in me. Maybe tonight will go okay. Maybe it will lead to other times that go okay.
And if not...at least I gave it one last chance.