Ambivalent sigh...

Well, it turned out I needn't worry... The guy didn't show up. Neither did he call. My feelings are of ambivalence because, although I am relieved that I lucked out from what undoubtely would have been a hell, I am sorry for Belendor and royally pissed off at his father.

It was heartbreaking to watch Belendor as he waited for him. He was up earlier than usual, and when I woke up he had already showered and dressed up and looking out the window. He looked like a 5 year old waiting for his Daddy to come home from work. I showered, dressed up and came to sit at the computer. He just kept looking at the window. Some hours went by.

At 2 pm, Belendor came and said he was hungry, that he wanted to eat something, that we shouldn't wait for his dad anymore. I told him I would make him an omelette and he sat at the table. Just as I was taking the eggs out he shouted "Wait! I hear a car outside! It think it's my dad!" and he ran to the window. Of course he wasn't; but nevertheless his hopes were up again and he stayed at the window for another couple of hours. And I mean, hours. And the asshole never showed up. OK, let's assume for some reason he couldn't come. Why didn't he call, at least?

How can anybody be so mean at his own child? His blood? His firstborn? I just don't understand. Why does he call, why does he arrange a meeting after six months of not minding his son and then he doesn't show up? What is he looking for? To drive him crazy? Or maybe he just likes to picture his son waiting at the window and getting excited every time he spots a red car in the distance? Maybe that amuses him?

Shit, I could kill that son of a bitch. How does he dare? He's his SON!

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On other news, I'm still trying to figure out the pictures thing. I signed up at angelfire to at least host the images and then redirect them here. If that doesn't work, I might take your offer, S., thank you very much.