This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.
I never thought I would be one of those guys. I don’t even want to say the word. It’s so embarrassing. I was successful and independent. I did whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, and I answered to no one.
Damn, how much things can change in just a few months. It started so small, so innocuously, that I didn’t even really notice. A cup of coffee here, an after-work drink there. I have a comfortable life. Well, I had a comfortable life. Treating Him to dinner out once or twice a week barely registered.
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