Yesterday, about the time I got off work, my younger daughter called me to tell me that her car wouldn’t start. So, after picking up my kitty from the vet (another story) and taking him home, I started up towards my daughter’s college. I called my husband to see if we had a roadside assistance program (like AAA) and he said we did, but I had no idea where my card might be. He asked me if I wanted him to go up to the college and see about the car. I told him that wouldn’t work because our younger daughter won’t speak to him. I said I would call him when I got there if I needed him. He said, “If that’s the way you want it” in a rather rude voice.
I wanted to scream. That’s NOT the way I want it. I want a man who actually has a loving relationship with his daughter so that this would not even be an issue. I want a man who loves his daughter enough to actually build a relationship, that he would be the one she calls when she has car trouble. I want a man who would be a daddy to his little girl, now grown up.
Anyhow, I called him back a few minutes later and asked him to meet me up at the college. I had to be the buffer, chose to be the buffer, between the two of them. We jump-started the car and she was able to drive home without any problem.
Today at work, someone called me by a diminutive of my name. Very few people have called me that in my life and no one has called me that in years. It makes me feel very special when someone calls me by that name. But this man didn’t know that. He is just a friendly, energetic co-worker. Still, it was nice to hear the name again.