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And just like that, the myth that was my father began to grow flesh and bones.
As I stared at this man’s face, it dawned on me that I now had mug shots of both my parents to add to the family photo album.
He wanted to abort me. That son of a bitch! My cheeks grew hot, and for a moment the lawsuit and everything else shitty in my life melted away, leaving this piece of human waste alone in my spotlight. I didn’t know that I could detest Joe Talbert Sr. more than I already did, but now the notion that this man was found dead in a barn filled me with an odd sense of contentment. I don’t think Hallmark makes cards for families like mine.
“At the end of the day, Joe, only one thing counts. Everything else is just shiny baubles and empty noise.”
“You know, Joe, you’re lucky to have someone in your life like that. Never take that for granted.”
Forgiveness isn’t easy, and it doesn’t happen overnight. I mean, look at me. It’s taken me thirty years and a lot of therapy to forgive myself for what happened to my mother. And there’s a lot I’m still working on. It takes time—sometimes maybe even years—but don’t give up.”
