“You were upset. I know.”
"No, dad, you don’t know. That’s just it, you’ve never known because I’ve never been able to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"That I’m angry with you, dad. This entire thing about you and Lydia and the kids-"
"That’s my fault. I should’ve told you about them before. I’m sorry…"
"Yeah, you should’ve warned me, but it’s more than that. It’s that you’ve found yourself this new family and I feel like this outsider that doesn’t even belong to you anymore. Like you traded me and mom in for something that you thought was better. And I want to know why. Are you ashamed of me? Are you embarrassed? Just tell me, dad, what did I do wrong? Why did you leave? Why did you have to go, and then tell me that we were gonna be closer, but that never happened. Why does Paul visit his alcoholic dad every month, but you only visit me twice a year? You just seemed so happy about being Paul and Krista’s dad, but you never even had the time to be mine."
"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."
"I wish that were enough, dad."