Somehow, we had to forge a truce. A friendship would be ideal, but I’d settle for civility. I just wanted my kid to know me. That was it. Simple. I didn’t need love and adoration. I just wanted knowledge. Liar. I couldn’t even fool myself. I wanted love. I wanted my son or daughter to think I was the best man in the world. There was no way I’d pull it off. But that wouldn’t stop me from trying.
