I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.
I stared at my plate.
“He never did.”
“I know.”
Rebecca told me that my mother had wanted me to study whatever interested me, whether that was music or mechanics or something neither of them understood yet.
After Mom died, Rebecca offered to help with school expenses, but Dad refused.
He treated offers of help as evidence that he was failing.