Page 5 of The Ranger
Until now.
Obviously.
You are just like your father.
Their divorce destroyed me in ways that no one else saw.Outwardly, I appeared fine.Inside, the man I grew up trying to impress and be like became someone I disrespected.I felt confused, angry, aimless.
The army was the best decision I ever made.
It gave me structure, forced me to become a man of honor—giving me men to look up to and respect—and purpose.
It also gave me brothers and a career I’m incredibly proud of.I’ve fought for my country and family.
Since joining BHS, my relationship with Mom has improved.I see both her and my sister on occasion and speak to my father when needed.The two of them still go at one another when in the same room, so we avoid having them in the same room at all costs.
At thirty-three, there have been a number of times I’ve wanted to punch my father.But I won’t lower myself to his level.
The army taught me control.The truth is, I could kill him with my two hands.
The last time I saw my father, he was yelling at my mother while defending his recent bimbo.I stared at him with disgust.
“Think you’re better than me, son?”he hissed.
I crossed my arms, my biceps the size of his fucking thighs.All I did was lift a brow.
Then said, “Get out.”
I walk down the hall towards my fate.
My giantfuck up.
I can’t exactly accuse my father of being a failure now that I’ve impregnated a woman out of wedlock.Call me old-fashioned, but...
I never planned to do either of those things.This is not how I saw my life going.Not at all.
You are just like your father.
Jesus Christ.
We used condoms.
