I waited. I waited for minutes, for hours, for days. All I had was silence. And with the absence of your words, I took it as answer… or so I thought.
I haven’t seen you in over 6 months. I haven’t heard from you in over 3 months. I’ve made numerous attempts to reach out to you and haven’t received a single word back. So this was my answer. Your silence was my release. Your lack of action was the ‘okay’ I needed to let go and start to heal, until yesterday.
You sent a letter. Well, I shouldn’t say a letter. It was an envelope with a check. A check for $2,000 made out to Sallie Mae. See, Dad, that is what you don’t get. It’s not about the money. It never was.
You’ve done this ever since you came back into my life. You would screw up one way or another then fill my gas tank, or give me a Kohl’s gift card or take me out to eat. You can’t buy me. I don’t need your money and I never will. What I need or needed was a father in my life. I needed that stability growing up and even today.
I can’t believe you have the audacity to disappear out of my life then send me a check out of no where. And you just think that I will cash it and things will be okay? Again, you can’t buy me. What I wanted from you, money can’t buy.