There was only one instance where I can remember my father being affectionate toward me. I was very young, 6 or 7 or 8. It was in the evening, and my dad, sister, and I were watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Even though it was supposed to be a kids movie, i remember crying my eyes out when the fat kid got stuck in one of the tubes. I tried hiding my tears by turning away and burying my little face into a couch pillow. I remember my dad coming over to me, and asking me what was wrong. I just felt sorry for the fat kid who was crying because he was stuck in the tube.
Daily Archives: May 17, 2010
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
There was only one instance where I can remember my father being affectionate toward me. I was very young, 6 or 7 or 8. It was in the evening, and my dad, sister, and I were watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Even though it was supposed to be a kids movie, i remember crying my eyes out when the fat kid got stuck in one of the tubes. I tried hiding my tears by turning away and burying my little face into a couch pillow. I remember my dad coming over to me, and asking me what was wrong. I just felt sorry for the fat kid who was crying because he was stuck in the tube.
Monday, May 17, 2010 – My Day of Infamy
Curses and Blessings.
Exactly three years ago (at 6:00pm), I was walking down Nicollet Mall in downtown Minneapolis. It was a nice sunny day, just like today. I received a voicemail. It was from my now ex-wife. I remember her words, “Steve, I’m calling to tell you that I moved out. But, I still love you. <blah, blah, blah, blah>
She did this by deceiving a youth pastor from our church, the very one we got married in, by telling her that I knew about the move.
I remember having very mixed feelings — Relief and Doom. When I got home that night, I found the house to be totally gutted (almost). I distinctly remember racing up the stairs crying, “WHAT DID I DO??? WHAT DID I DO??”
I wrote about this last year on Mother’s Day. Here’s the link to the full story.