Part 5–Who And What Is A Modern Man?
Now you know where I’m from, which generation I’m part of and my political leanings. I’m a guy, a man boy, a person with a pocket rocket, but I’m also a grieving father. My son Max, died six years ago. I’m a father to my eleven-year-old daughter, Tiffany, who I rarely see. I’m divorced from the love of my life.
I hold my hands up to all the mistakes and bad decisions I’ve made; I only wish I could hold Tiffany and Max again. I find it hard to apologise to my ex, Sonia, for all that went before. Sorry, only one word of five letters, but my failure to say it encapsulates my life.
Words will never be enough for Sonia, the trouble is, I don’t know what will? I miss so much being a dad and I so want to be a part of my daughter’s life again.
I tried to keep things civil when I broke up and then divorced Sonia. Our history hurts so much I think she just doesn’t want me to be around as I conjure up too many bad memories for her. I live close by but I’ve never been invited to a birthday party or asked to share turkey at Christmas; it’s like I don’t exist. At best, Sonia is indifferent to me. She will never say thanks when I bring round my financial obligations. She will never congratulate me if something goes well. She normally just gets very angry rapidly and then points out all my character flaws. I pray that Tiffany doesn’t pick up on…
