Two Sides

He left and shocked everyone.
His things were packed and the condo in the desert was rented and waiting.
"Selfish," we all said. "Impulsive, stubborn, and stupid."
"It wasn't right," was all he would say.
And for four years we filled the world with jealous curses.


But on one afternoon, in one diner, at one tiny table, he shared his side.
"Infidelity, rage, jealousy," he said. "Shattered love, life, and trust."
The world hushed and listened.
"Understand, okay, forgiveness," I replied. "It wasn't right."

And the jealous curses ceased.


I love you, Dad.