March 20, 2048

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I picked Dad up from the airport today. I thought I did a good job of hiding that there was something that we needed to talk about but apparently not because he asked me what was wrong with me right was before we exited the car. Looking back, I realize the fact that I wasn't talking his ear off about what was happening with work was a tell that something was up.

This is going to be harder than I thought. The last time I kept a secret from my dad was when I became pregnant with Diego. I wanted to tell him, but I didn't know how to react considering how it was with an on and off again boyfriend, and I knew he didn't like the guy. Looking back, he was right, Alex was an absolute moron. We had fun when we were young though and he gave me Diego though, so I can't be too mad about the whole situation.

That secret was different though. After his worry for me and his frustration with Alex subsided, he became super excited about the idea of becoming a grandfather. This time he would be forced out of his role as grandfather and back into the role of single father. It made me feel guilty. The man had earned his retirement, and here I was waiting for the right time to ask him to watch over his grandson for eleven and a half years. Some thank you.

I mentioned Diego's idiot of a father before, but I'm also super frustrated with him. I've called him three times to tell him about the party for his son's eighth birthday. I didn't even ask him to help pitch in for the party, I just knew it would excite Diego to see him there. It's the least he could do.

Still, at least Alex would have the choice to be there for all of Diego's milestones. She would be millions of miles away.

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