Continued from No Address, Part 1:

You’re daughter called me. I’m sure she got the number from you. I don’t know why she bothered calling. I didn’t get why she called. It made no sense at all. My mother thought it great. She talked to me and asked me what I knew of you. I told her nothing. What could I tell her? I can count on two hands how often I’ve seen you in my lifetime. I can count on one hand how often we’ve spent time together. She says you sound upset. Not at all. I told her she sounds like she has a lot of love for you. That was great for her. She is your daughter. I feel for her. She got love from you.

Months later your son called me. Out the woodwork they seem to creep into my life. Is this your way of reaching out to me? You send your children to make moves, I thought. Your son doesn’t like you much. He said you tell him how he should run his life when you’re isn’t even together. I thought “wow” this is a greater contrast than the picture your daughter painted. I’m thinking you love your daughters more than you love your sons. Why doesn’t this behavior surprise me? I remember meeting your oldest son. I wonder what he is doing. You know he is the only child of yours that I can remember a name for? I don’t know any of the other names or how many there are. I wonder if you remember at all.

You’re son is having a child. He has a girlfriend that he plans on marrying and he goes to church every Sunday. He sounds like everything you’re not. I’m happy for him. He told me you told all your kin I wanted nothing to do with them. I haven’t had a conversation with you in over 10 years. I’ve seen you. I’ve been in your company. A conversation, I don’t recall us having. Words haven’t been exchanged between us since the first Bush administration. What makes you think you’re can author thoughts on my behalf? Spreading lies to people who don’t know me?

I told him that wasn’t true. I told him of the conversation I had with your daughter. He said she is your favorite and she loves you dearly. I told him I can tell by her tone. She was pissed that I didn’t care for you. I can’t care for someone I don’t know.

Do you realize you are the reason I don’t want children? Yeah, I thought I’d let you know. Like you I am good with my hands. Like you I am a people person. Like you I can be considered a womanizer, a playboy, a player. The difference with me though is I tell them at the door. I’m no good for you. I can love you and appreciate you and care for you and take care of you, from a distance. Don’t ask for my heart. Don’t ask to be apart of me cause it isn’t going to happen. I have to be cold because I don’t want to hurt anyone like you’ve hurt so many. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.

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