looked so pathetic. “Okay…but if you say anything mean…” “I won’t, I promise.” He held his arm out and gestured towards the sitting room. I stepped in in front of him and took a seat on the couch. He stood, pacing back and forth. After a long, uncomfortable silence he said, “I love you.” His voice cracked when he said it and I knew he was being sincere. “I know you do, Daddy. I love you too.” “That’s not all,” he said. “Bear with me.” He stopped and caught his breath again and then he said, “I’m proud of you. I know that you don’t believe that but Jackie... when I was your age my father was still alive and even though I had a wife and a child on the way, he would always try to control me. He told me what to do and how to do it and who to do it with. In my mind…that was just the way things were supposed to be. When you wanted to go off on your own I was so afraid for you. You’re so…you’re just so beautiful and to your old father here, you seem delicate and frail. When you made it through school with straight A’s I was hoping you had California out of your system and you would come home. Not only did you not come home…you stayed and took care of yourself. You did everything that an adult child is supposed to be able to do…and it scared me to death. I was afraid that....” He paused, his eyes searching for the words. I held my breath. “.... if you didn’t need me to take care of things, you wouldn’t need me at all . I was afraid of losing you. All of the harsh words I've said about Hollywood and your career…it was just because I was hoping you’d give it all up and come home.” I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to say or even if he wanted me to say anything. He wasn’t ashamed of me, but wasn’t it still selfish for him to want me to fail? I didn’t have to wonder that very long as he went on to say, “God help me but I knew how selfish that made me. I hated myself but I couldn’t stop. I let you and your mother and even sweet Paige believe I was ashamed of you…and the whole time I just wanted to take you in my arms and tell you how proud I was.” “I wish you would have.” “Me too…but now I have to ask, is it too late? Do you think you can ever forgive me?” His eyes searched mine for an answer. I knew that I could…but there was one more thing. “I love you, Daddy. I love you unconditionally. In order for me to forgive you though I need you to do the same for me. I’m.... I'm in love with Charlie and I’m not going to stop seeing him.” He flinched visibly and I thought it was because he hated the idea so badly. Then as he began to talk I realized it was something else. “I am so ashamed of laying a hand on you that I can barely look at myself in the mirror. I don’t know what came over me. So many years of being a miserable son of a bitch just boiled to the surface, I think. If Charlie Bennett makes you happy…then I won’t interfere. I want you and me to be okay again. I want to be okay again with your mother if she’ll forgive me too. She’s spent so many years running interference. It was so unfair to her.” I sat there quietly for a while trying to process it all. My father said he was proud of me…and he also said he wouldn’t come between me and Charlie. I felt like I was suddenly in the middle of a dream. I’d spent the night with the most incredible man in the world and now the other man I loved more than life itself wants to reconcile. I was almost waiting for the other shoe to drop. I got up and wrapped my arms around him. I felt him hesitate but I reassured him. “I forgive you, Daddy. I love you so much.” He