His father left when Tom was five, acting like he wasn’t tearing up a family so much as rearranging his own comfort. He said the woman from work was “just a colleague” right up until she wasn’t.
And after a while, I stopped expecting apologies from grown men and started pouring everything I had into the one person who had stayed.
My son.
Tom never asked for much. That was part of the problem.
When he was 14 and needed a new laptop, he started by saying his old one “still sort of worked” before admitting the screen flashed black every 20 minutes. When he got into college, he apologized before he celebrated. He never fully believed he could be somebody’s joy without also being their burden.
His father left when Tom was five.
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