Remember when I took off my wedding rings and lost them? And my dad, who has never ever ever taken his ring off in the eleventy billion years he’s been married earned the right to be all “I told you so?” But he didn’t? Because he’s classy and always in my corner and I keep a note in my wallet from a conversation we had in 2008?
I saw him not long after that. And in a quiet minute, he told me how touched he was by my essay. And then? I had to make a joke about how dumb I am for inadvertently throwing my rings in the street. Because I couldn’t have a sweet and tender moment.
I ruin everything.
So, I’m going to tell you how this note in my wallet really went down. And if my dad wants to talk about it later, I will talk about it instead of deflecting because emotion is terrifying.
Longtime readers may recall Ex-Wonderful, the narcissistic nightmare of a boyfriend who destroyed my world. When we broke up, he sent me a self-help book. He’s that guy.
I was a wreck. And clinically depressed. And on the phone with my parents a lot.
My dad – insurance agent, notary public, upstanding citizen – told me that if Ex-Wonderful showed up on his doorstep, he’s clock him in the mouth. This cheered me immensely.
In another conversation, we jumped between how everything was going to be OK and what I should look for in a new TV. Because if you can’t sleep and can barely leave your house, you should have a better TV than the one your friends were going to put on the curb but you took instead.
I took notes and tucked the paper inside my wallet. One side read:
- No plasma
- 32″ is size of Mom & Dad’s TV
- Brands: 1) Samsung; 2)Panasonic; 3) Sony
The other side read:
- Somewhere there is a man just waiting to find you and show you how much he loves you. And when he does find you, you can ask him, “What took you so long?”
- You didn’t do anything wrong.
- True happiness is finding someone you love and then focusing on them and making them happy.
If these things were in writing, they had to be true, right?
In the dark depths of depression, I referred to that paper several times a day. And then I didn’t need to so much. But it was … it was my dad. And so that paper is still tucked inside my orange wallet.
My dad is the best. And he was right. Even if he’s never said, “I told you so.”