And I needed to get out. “I can’t do this,” I whispered to Jared. Without waiting for a response, I turned and bolted out of the living room, ignoring the shocked looks from everyone.
My heels clicked loudly on the pavement as I ran. I ran upstairs to our bedroom, slamming the door behind me. My chest heaved as I collapsed onto the bed.
“How could he actually come back and show his face?” I asked the empty room. I thought about my mother and my heart broke all over again. I hadn’t even checked on her before running out.
Minutes passed, maybe even hours. I completely lost track. All I could think about was the teenage girl I had been when my father broke my heart on the daily.
Finally, the door creaked open, and Jared slipped in quietly, his face pale. He stood in the doorway for a moment as if unsure whether he should approach me or not. “I had no idea, sweetheart, your mom filled me in now,” he said.
“When we were talking about your father a few months ago, I just thought that maybe there was a yearning of sorts. And you wanted him back in. I thought you wanted this.”
I shook my head, wiping away more tears than I knew had fallen.
“No, I didn’t want this, Jared,” I said. “I just mentioned him because we were eating that pumpkin pie and that’s the one good memory I have of him. The two of us sitting on the couch and eating pumpkin pie.
I’ve never wanted this man back in my life.”
Jared was quiet. “He gambled away everything we had, Jared. He broke us.
And left us with nothing.”
My husband reached for my hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m so sorry, Amelia. If I knew about this, I would never have reached out.”
“I know,” I said.
“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, and I know how excited you’ve been about this whole thing. I just didn’t imagine that my father would pop out of a box.”
We sat in silence for a while, and I could hear the party winding down slowly. My father was probably long gone by now, slinking away like the ghost he’d become.
“Right, come on down and eat something,” my mother’s voice said as her head peeped through the door. “I’m so sorry, Julia,” Jared told her. “I didn’t know about Patrick.”
“Oh, honey,” my mother said.
“It’s more than okay. Before he left, I gave him a good piece of my mind. If anything, I’m sorry Amelia had to see him.
But I am grateful that you gave me the opportunity to tell this man exactly how I feel about him.”
I smiled. “I’m glad, Mom,” I said, getting off the bed. I was starving.
“There’s pizza and hamburgers and a lot of salad. There’s also about thirty-seven uneaten cupcakes,” my mother said. “Coming,” I said.
It wasn’t the birthday I expected. It wasn’t the celebration I’d hoped for. But in the end, my mother had gotten her peace, and I was grateful.
What would you have done?
