Now, you’ve heard the phrase, “Papa was a rolling stone.”
Yes, indeed, Dad made his rounds with the women. Don’t think Mom didn’t know about his flings. But despite all that messing around, my dad took care of his responsibilities; maybe that’s what mattered. Well, not only that, Mom was a praying woman. But it wasn’t enough, ’cause Dad wanted a separation.
One by one he called us into the den, with Mom by his side, looking grim. When it was my turn, Dad spoke in a deep harsh tone.
“Ahem. Your mother and I have some bad news to tell you kids. You know I love her, but we can’t stay together. So we need to know who you’d like to live with, me or your mother?”
I had always been Daddy’s girl, but I sat in silence. After a minute or two, I replied, “I love you, Dad, I do, but Mom needs me. She’s the one I want to live with.”
“Okay, I understand. But, should you need me, I’m only a phone call away. I’ll be checking on y’all regularly.”
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