Where Were We?
Oh yes, my dad was going to abandon me in a month. Let’s put that on the calendar. As I recall, he would be heading out the end of January. It just occurs to me now why he even waited a month. Guess he wanted to give his employer the customary two-week notice. What else he wanted to do, I have no idea.
One thing I do know is that he was looking forward to returning to Kentucky. He was anxious to set up residency there. The sooner that happened, the sooner he could start divorce proceedings. At the time I think you had to have lived in the state at least one year. I only remember two things during that month. One, it was the first time I can remember my mother ever giving me a hug. (I can feel it now.) She held me as she told me that she and my dad were getting a divorce. About from this point to two years out, I have little recollection of my life. I regained “consciousness” my senior year in high school. I didn’t realize that until I was an adult in counseling. I can only imagine what life was like with my mother those two years or so. Probably good I can’t remember.
As I mentioned, I remember two things from that month and this is the second. I don’t remember all the goings-on of the day but I remember the painful parts. I remember my dad going out to pick up a U-Haul trailer. It was the smallest one you could get that was covered. He wasn’t leaving with much stuff. He arrived back home and backed it in the driveway. I watched as he tracked to and fro through the living room taking his belongings to the trailer. I don’t remember my mother that day until the end. He was now packed and ready to start a new life with his old sweetheart. Of course, I didn’t learn that until later. I have to admit I love a good love story, just not at my expense.
It’s time. I don’t think as a 14-year-old that I had any idea what an impact this would have on my life and the feeling it would leave behind. He was standing in the driveway. His tan Toyota Corona and U-Haul were hitched and ready. My mother and I, standing side-by-side, watched from the open kitchen door. The sun was shining. He walked to the car, hesitated by the door and waved “goodbye.” My mother and I stood in awe. Then he opened the door and got in the driver’s seat. We stood there and watched him drive right out of our lives. Gone.
All was not lost though. Later he comes back into my life.