Love on the Lake (Lakeside #2)(73)
“I’ve been in contact with Dad.”
“What?” She stops mashing the potatoes to gape at me. “When? Why would you do that? He’s a cheater and a liar!”
I raise a hand. “I know how you feel about him, but I need you to hear me out.”
She crosses her arms. “He abandoned us!”
“He made mistakes, Mom. We all do, because we’re human. And I’m not excusing him for what happened between the two of you, but there are two sides to every story, and somewhere in the middle of that is the truth. He wanted to be part of my life.”
She rolls her shoulders back and turns her head, looking out the window instead of at me. “He could have taken you away from me, and I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
“I know you were trying to protect us.” And standing here, in the middle of her tiny, worn apartment, I can see that’s exactly what she was doing. Especially growing up in a small town and having fallen for a man who was in a much better position financially. Not to mention significantly older than she was. My dad has a good decade on my mom. She was the young home-wrecker. He was the wealthy doctor, married to another doctor, both of their lives so busy with work that they never had time for each other. “But I’m an adult, and I don’t need protecting anymore. What I do need is to be able to have a relationship with my father, even if you don’t.”
I lead her to the couch, needing to sit down so I can explain the rest. About having a relationship with him for the past nine years, about Devon, about losing him, about how difficult it’s been to keep those two parts of my life separate from each other and that I can’t and don’t want to do that anymore. It’s too hard, and it’s not good for me, her, or my dad.
She tries to blink back the tears, her trembling hand at her mouth. “Oh, Aaron. I am so, so sorry. This is all my fault. I can’t believe you’ve held on to this for almost a decade.”
I take her other hand in mine, my emotions frayed, but I’m aware this needed to happen. “It’s no one’s fault, Mom. Or if there needs to be blame, it’s everyone’s fault. Dad could have pushed to have a relationship with me, you could have done things differently, I could have said something years ago, but I didn’t. And all I was doing was creating a rift that I wasn’t going to be able to fix if I kept going this way. I thought I was protecting you, but really, it was hurting all of us.” And it took Teagan coming into my life to make me see that.
“You’re not at fault, Aaron. I’m the parent here; I should have recognized that you needed more than financial support from your father, even if I didn’t.” Her shoulders curl, as if the weight of her guilt is dragging her down. “I’m so sorry you didn’t feel like you could share any of this with me, and that you had to go through all of that without having anyone to lean on.”
For a lot of years I believed that I was responsible for the loss of my brother. And that in keeping my relationship with my dad from my mom, I’d somehow tipped the balance, and the universe had taken away someone I loved to even out the score.
But now that I’ve come clean, I feel so much better, the guilt and fear I’ve been carrying around with me for years lifting. I know I have more work to do, but this feels like a start. A good one.
“They’re coming down for a visit this weekend. Jamie, Dad, and Lydia.”
“Lydia?” Mom’s brow furrows.
“Jamie’s mother. She would have been Devon’s wife.”
“Oh. What about Arnie’s wife?”
“They’re not together anymore. They haven’t been for a long time.” They divorced when Devon was seven or eight. It wasn’t a messy divorce; they just weren’t meant to be married to each other. And sometimes I wonder if maybe my dad had never gotten over what happened with my mother.
She clasps her hands together. “I didn’t realize that.”
“I know it’s a lot to get your head around, but maybe when you’ve had some time to process, you can meet Jamie? He’s a big part of my life, and I think you’d love him. No pressure, though.”
She gives me a small smile. “Do you think Arnie would be okay with that?”
“Oh yeah, he asks about you all the time.”
She blinks several times. “He does?”
“Pretty much every time I talk to him.”
“Oh. Well, he’s probably making polite conversation.”
“Eh, I don’t know about that. I get that you might not be ready, but you’re both my parents, and I would love it if eventually you could be civil with each other. You’re always going to be my number one, Mom.”
It’s late by the time I leave my mom’s, and Teagan has already texted to say she’s off work earlier than expected, if I want to meet her at her place. She likes to shower after a shift at the pub. Sometimes she’ll come to my place, and other times she’ll take the night for herself, in part because half the time I’m already passed out by the time she gets off work. But tonight I want to see her, despite the fact that I’ll be underslept tomorrow.
I feel like I unloaded a hundred-pound backpack of personal baggage with one conversation. One long-overdue conversation that has the power to change my entire family dynamic. I’m cautiously optimistic about my dad’s visit this weekend. My mom seemed to warm to the idea of meeting Jamie over the course of dinner and mentioned reaching out to my dad before the weekend to feel things out. It seems like miles of progress in one afternoon. I know better than to assume there won’t be any bumps in the road along the way, but at least we’re moving forward.