In between sobs and screaming, she told me that she got home to find her mom and Chad in bed. “He was fucking her,” she said, “and they were talking about me while they were doing it.” She screamed and cussed so hard, I couldn’t believe she was capable of this kind of anger. She threw her purse against the wall and kicked a chair so violently it made a hole in the wall. She was screaming at me telling me what she saw and heard.
“I can’t believe it, I can’t fucking believe it,” she yelled. Still sobbing, “She told him I would never fuck him as good as she did and that I was flat as a board and didn’t have any tits and that I wouldn’t suck him.”
I went to hold her but she pushed me away screaming “Then that asshole says he was going to break up with me soon and that I was a pathetic excuse for a female.”
“How fucking long have they been doing this?” She yelled. She collapsed on the couch in my living room, sobbing and crying and swinging her fists back and forth. I went to her and tried to hug her but she was in such a state of rage that I didn’t dare interrupt.
I stood next to the couch and waited for a minute. I was about to say something when she looked at me, ran into my arms and cried “Daddy, what am I going to do? I’m not ever going back there again and I don’t ever want to see that fucking bitch for as long as I live. She’s not even my real mom she’s nothing to me nothing!” I stood there and held her next to me and let her cry for a long time. She almost drenched my shirt with her tears she cried so much.
“Kissy, you can stay here,” I told her, “In fact, you can live here as long as you want to. You can move into the extra room, go to college and everything will be okay, I promise it will.”
“That fucking bitch,” she yelled, “I hate her. I hate her.” She started crying hard and I could see her anger was mounting again. “I can’t believe she said those things about me.”
“Kissy, is there anything there you need?” I asked, but there was no answer from her she was just shaking and sobbing. “Kissy, listen to me, is there anything there you need? I’ll go get it right now. You can stay here and I’ll go get anything you want and we can get through this. But, it’s not going to get any better by yelling and screaming. You saw what you saw. You can’t change that. All we can do it get through it.”
Her anger subsided a little and she looked up to me. “Fucking men! I hate them all.” She said. I just looked at her still not believing my darling angel could talk like this. “Oh, Daddy,” she started sobbing again, “not you, I didn’t mean you.”
“I know, Honey. Trust me, most are assholes, that’s for sure.” I replied.
That made Crissy laugh a little, but, she was still crying as I hugged her.
“My CDs and my backpack. Makeup. Some stuff under the sink in the bathroom the girl stuff there and my computer. Everything on my desk, and my jewelry box. That’s all I want. She can keep everything else. I don’t want anything she ever bought for me. She’s a fucking bitch and I don’t ever want to owe her anything!” she cried.
“Kissy, I’ll go get it all for you. You stay here and don’t answer the phone,” I told her, “come on, why don’t you go lay down for a while until I get back?”
I took her by the hand and walked her back to my bedroom and sat her on the bed. She laid down and I handed her a box of tissues, then kissed her, grabbed my keys and left the house.
I stopped at the grocery store by my house and they gave me some boxes I could put Crissy’s things in. Leaving the grocery store, I called my ex from my cell phone. She didn’t pick up, probably still in bed fucking with Chad, so I left a message.
“Hi, it’s Bob. I’m on the way over. I’ll be there in 10 minutes. I’ll knock on the door one time and wait 1 minute for you to answer before I kick the door in.” Then I hung up.
As I pulled onto her street, I passed Chad’s car, which was at the stop sign waiting to turn. He pretended not to see me, but, I flipped him off anyway just for good measure – the little asshole.
I pulled into the drive and shut off my car. Grabbing a few of the empty boxes, I walked up to the door and knocked. I didn’t have to wait more than 10 seconds before she opened the door.
“What the hell’s your problem?” She asked.
I pushed my way through the door, almost knocking her over. “Hey,” she yelled, “get out of my house!”
I started to walk towards Crissy’s room when she tried to yank my arm back saying “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m getting Crissy’s things,” I yelled. “Stay out of my way or you’ll be sorry.”
I went into the bathroom first and completely cleaned out everything that was under the sink. Hot curlers. Pads. Curling iron. Makeup. Everything it all went into the box. I started to walk into Crissy’s room but she stopped me.
“This is too much, Bob. What’s going on?” She asked. “Tell me or I’m calling the police.”
“Okay,” I dropped the boxes and turned to look at her, then I continued…. “Cassy came home and saw you and dickwad fucking your brains out and talking about her while you two were fucking. You didn’t even know she was here, did you? Good job, really great, fucking your own daughter’s boyfriend and talking about her like that.”
Her face went white. She gasped and slumped against the wall. Me, I just picked up the boxes and went into Crissy’s room and started looking for things she would want.
I got all the things Crissy asked for and put it in the boxes. As I walked past my ex each time to take a box to the car, I didn’t say a word and neither did she. I took a last look around the room and picked up a few things Crissy didn’t mention, and told her I would be right back to get the computer.
When I returned, she was sitting on Crissy’s bed with a blank stare on her face. I started to unhook the computer and move all the pieces out into the hall. As I did, I spoke to her while I worked, “Call Chad and tell his sorry ass not to try to contact either Crissy or me. She doesn’t want to see you or talk to you ever again. Those were her exact words. If you ever want to talk to me, call me at work. If you ever show up unexpectedly at my house, I’ll be the one calling the police.”
She sat there silently as I moved the rest of the things out to my car. When I was done, I simply left. I had said my peace and left her to deal with the consequences of her selfish actions.
When I arrived back at the house, I unloaded my car into the garage and quietly went inside so I didn’t disturb Crissy’s nap. But, once inside, I found her in the kitchen, cleaning up broken glass. There were two empty wine coolers on the counter and I could see from the glass she was cleaning up that she must have broken one, too.
“I thought you were taking a nap?” I asked.
She looked up at me with her red face and puffy eyes and I could see that she hadn’t stopped crying yet. She stood up, looked down at the glass, looked back at me and then started to tear up again. Without saying a word she came to me, put her arms around me and I held her for a few more minutes until she was calm.
“Looks like you got thirsty there, Kissy.” I was trying to make a joke, but, a little concerned that she might have drank two wine coolers in the short time I was gone.
“It’s all you had, Daddy,” she said, “there wasn’t anything else to drink. Besides, I think I deserved it. I’m sorry I broke one. Are you mad?”
“No,” I replied, “I’m not mad, and I guess maybe we can bend the rules a little today with the wine coolers. It’s not like you’re drinking straight whiskey or anything like that. Is there one for me in the ‘fridge?”
I helped her clean up the spilled wine cooler and broken glass and reached into the refrigerator to get one for myself. I handed another one to her, too, saying “Take it slow, I don’t want you passing out on me.”
We sat at the kitchen table. “Kissy,” I said, “I know you’re hurting pretty bad right now. You feel betrayed by people you thought loved you, I know that. And, I know you’re angry right now. But, tomorrow is a new day and this will be behind you. Forget about asshole Chad. You’re not the first girl to be cheated on and you won’t be the last. Forget about Mom. She’s not going to bother us. It’s just me and you now we have each other.”
We sat and talked for a long time that afternoon drinking wine coolers. When it started to get close to dinner time I realized I didn’t have much in the house to eat, so we ordered some pizza and had a feast of double thick cheese and wine coolers.
We ended up in the living room sitting on the couch after we ate. “Crissy, tomorrow, I’ll take some time off and we’ll go out to get you some bedroom furniture, and some clothes. We’ll just shop till we drop and get you everything you need. We’ll have to go to the grocery store, too, but, we can eat while we’re shopping, so we’ll do the grocery last.”
She started to get tired and laid her head down in my lap. Between the shock she had and the crying and the wine coolers, I knew she wasn’t going to last too much longer. I was stroking her hair and her back when she asked “Daddy, why didn’t you ever get remarried?”
It was a fair question. “Well,” I answered, “I dated a few times and had a few possibles along the way, but, once they found out I couldn’t have kids, the all broke it off. I’m, you know, what’s the word… oh, yeah, I’m defective.”