I am stepping away from the book today to sit down and write about what just happened, because at this specific hour this is the only emotional outlet that I have.
It is hard to even write the words, because it is about me and about family and about my failures as a father. A conversation about respect open the doors to a lot of what my kids have been feeling lately. While they say they look up to me and respect me they also confessed that they feel like a burden and they feel like I am trapped between two lives and that they are holding me back.
To hear your kids say that is a terrible thing. To hear your kids feel like you want a life without them is a terrible thing, but that is where things are right now and I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know where I go from here.