I waited until Jackson invited us to a birthday get-together to introduce you to each other
properly. It went well, I thought, but afterwards you said that I was never “this happy” around
just you anymore. I told you that your need for reassurance was becoming too much, but I could
have said it nicer. You said that I didn’t care anymore, but I think I did.
You were trying to be supportive by coming to my rehearsals, but you always talked
about how stressful your day was, and it was hard to stay focused with that on my mind. It was
starting to feel intrusive, and maybe you were making sure I was where I said I was. I told you I
can’t drop everything just because you were having a bad day. I felt so mean. You looked so
vulnerable, so I told you that I was sure things would work out.
You took me out to try to repair things and said, “I called off work to be here with you.
You Know I’d do anything for you, right? I mean, I’m really trying.” You said you were scared
about the future, and I asked what you were going to do about it. I said you only think about
yourself and asked why you always needed someone else to tell you that you’re enough. I just
kept waiting for you to get angry and push back, but you aren’t my father, and that made me feel
like maybe I was.
At the museum’s grand opening, you were invited to give a speech, and your dad had
reporters and photographers there. He was drinking and laughing, and I knew it was a big day, so
I wasn’t surprised by your nervous energy. I was blindsided by your proposal in front of
everyone. Cameras started flashing and I forced a smile and said yes. I didn’t want to humiliate
you publicly, and I didn’t say no, but you still put me in a corner.
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