Hard times
When things fell apart, what actually helped you get through it?
The winter I got let go from the plant, I didn’t tell your mother for nine days. I’d put on my coat every morning like I was headed in, drive to the library, and sit in the lot until it was a believable time to come home.
What got me through wasn’t a plan or a savings account. It was the morning she found out, and she didn’t say one word about the money. She made two cups of coffee and sat down next to me. I learned that the thing you’re most ashamed of is usually the thing that, the second you say it out loud, stops being so heavy. I just wish I’d made that second cup of coffee myself, a week sooner.
A gentle follow-up
You said you were trying to protect her. Looking back, what do you think you were really protecting?
Myself, mostly. The idea that I was the one who had it handled. Forty years old, and I thought being needed and being able to provide were the same thing. They’re not. She didn’t need me to have it handled. She needed me to let her in.