Should be Day 205.
After I found out my wife was pregnant, I told her I wanted it to be a girl, an innocent sweet carbon copy of her mother. It turned out to be a boy, and another boy after that, and a third lad after him. I loved my sons dearly, but I still wanted that little girl. When I finally did get her, I was determined not to let anyone or anything hurt her. A foolish promise, I know, but I had to try.
When Dennis first came over to the house, I couldn't figure what
Julia saw in him. His phone was out half the time I was talking to him,
he slouched, he didn't use proper English, and he had a cocky
attitude. Certainly not the type of man I had intended for my
daughter. Julia didn't care about any of that.
It was
easy to keep them from seeing each other the first time. I told Julia
we had a family evening all planned out, and she simply couldn't go on a
date. She was peeved, but she came along. The next time he called the
house, I conveniently forgot to relay the message that he had called to
give. Julia sensed that I didn't like Dennis, and she started to side
more with Dennis and hate me. She stopped talking to me at dinner and
wouldn't watch our favorite TV show together. I couldn't force her to
stay inside on the weekends, but I voiced my low opinion of Dennis.
Bitter words were exchanged. She seemed to have an answer for
everything wrong I had to say about him. I could see that it was
tearing our relationship apart. Not allowing Julia to get hurt by that
buffoon of a boyfriend was an acceptable trade, had my plans worked. At
the end of it all, Julia left a week after her eighteenth birthday to
live with Dennis, leaving my pride and I to ourselves. I don't regret
what I said or did. Dennis' irresponsibility will catch up to them, and
then they'll be sorry. I'll open my arms wide for her when she comes.
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