I drove down to Florida to pick up my Son, Tommy and his wife Becky from Miami and the plan was to drive back home in the comfort of my V.W. Westfalia. I had just gotten a new canvas top for it and I was eager to test it out in one of the campsites on the way back.
I pulled into the parking lot of the university to find just Becky sitting on a bench outside the dorms with a duffle bag beside her. She was crying and when she saw me she ran up and hugged me. "Oh Hank!"
"Becky what's wrong? Where is Tommy?"
"That asshole broke up with me, Dad!" She's always called me Dad and she still does to this day.
"What are you talking about, Becky?"
"Your son broke up with me Hank." she said looking away.
I was in shock. "Where is he at, I want to talk to him!"
"He took a Taxi to the airport to catch a flight home." she cried.
I rolled my eyes home for him was with my ex wife, Florence. "What happened between you two?"
Her lower lip began trembling, "It's not Tommy's fault Dad I think I'm the one who drove him to do this!"
I looked at her confused, "How?"
"I wanted to have a baby and I guess I just put too much pressure on him."
"Okay you want to have a baby, but good grief the both of you are still in college, Honey."
She rolled her eyes, "I'm no longer attending the university, Dad, I dropped out two days ago." she said as if I was supposed to know this shit. They barely call me so how can I?
"Why?" I asked. My head was spinning at this time so I sat down beside her on the bench.
"I have been so depressed lately, Daddy and I can't concentrate on my work so I decided it would be best for me to take a sabbatical. And when I told Tommy that I quit school he just blew up on me! Why can't he see how important this is to me?" she said leaning her head on my shoulder. I could see how sad and distraught she was. But damn! To quit school was a bit much. I love my daughter in law but I think she's been smoking too much weed.
I shook my head, "Why didn't he call me?" I took out my cell phone and called my son up and Tommy picked up on the third ring. "Tommy! What the fuck man!"
"Becky's fucking crazy, Dad!" he spouted.
Wow and it's took him two years to figure that one out, I thought to myself.
"She quit school without even asking me. I mean we're married, you're supposed to talk to your spouse about shit like that, right?"
I looked at Becky and she just shook her head and looked away. She heard every word Tommy was saying because goodness knows he was speaking loud enough. "He does have a point." I said directing my statement to her. She folded her arms and turned her nose up. She was a stubborn little shit!
"If you are talking to Tommy then do it somewhere else. I don't want him bringing down my chi anymore!" she said and propped her feet up on the duffle bag. "Furthermore, I don't want to speak to him again unless he is ready to apologize."
"Tell the bitch, Fat Chance on that one! I'm so fucking done with HER!" Tommy yelled into the phone.
"Tommy, she's your wife, and spouses fight and they say stupid shit to one another. Tomorrow you may feel differently..."
"Fuck that. This is for real Dad! I mean it. I'm done with her trying to rape me for my sperm. That Bitch is a nympho!"
I had to hold in a chuckle at that, but I did smile. Tommy has never been one for sex and I blame that on his fucking mother. It's hard to go through puberty being told that jerking off is bad and sex outside marriage is bad. And girls that want to do it are whores and sluts. You name it she's probably said it.
Truth was that his dear Mother Flo is a fucking cum slut herself. She was just deflecting I can't count the guys that she's fucked while I was on the road trying to make business out of driving a truck. And that's probably my fault, I guess she needed more than a one fuck on the week end to get her through.
I may have failed at my marriage but I did succeed at building a pretty wealthy trucking empire. And at fifty five I considered myself a very wealthy man, I'll tell you that right now. "So you're done with her is what you're saying, son?"
"Damn, Dad you are as daft as Mom says you are, aren't you! I said I don't want the bitch anymore!" he laughed. "I'm fucking...DONE WITH HER! he shouted. The little turd.
Becky suddenly burst into tears again and she stood up and walked over to an oak tree. She squatted down next to it and heaved.
I took the insult from him. He was just like his fucking Mother. I stood up and hurried to Becky's side. "But, Tommy she has nowhere to go!"
"She can go home with you for all I give a fuck. Heck I'm sure she'll fuck you too. As for me I'm going to Mom's."
My blood suddenly started to boil and I lost it with him, "Well ain't that a coincidence. You always go running to your mother when things get tough you little ASSHOLE." I shouted back.
I have to admit that Tommy and I weren't really close not after his Mom poisoned him against me through the years. And for the last four years I've been trying to play catch up with him. To hell with playing catch up anymore to a Mam'ma's boy. Besides Flo has never liked Becky in the first place. I can sense her involvement in all this too. The whore!
"Fuck you, Hank!" Tommy screamed. He sounded like a girl.
"No fuck you, you little Mam'ma's BOY! She doesn't need your ass either!"
Becky looked at me in shock.
"Maybe now she'll be able to find a real man that'll give her what she wants." I shouted and hung up on him. "The fucking little bastard!" Boy I was pissed beyond pissed.
I walked over and picked up her Becky duffle bag, "Let's get outta here!"
She didn't hesitate she just climbed into the passenger seat and I put her bag in the forward compartment of the van. The damned bag was heavy as heck, "What do you have in here, the kitchen sink?" I joked. I knew it was most likely everything she had in this world.
I climbed in behind the wheel and started up the van.
"So what happens now?" Becky asked timidly.
I shrugged, "I guess whatever you want to happen. My son is done with you and he doesn't want you in his life anymore!" I said.
Becky started crying again.
I admit I have no tact. I'm one of those rip the band aid off kind of guys. "Crap! I'm sorry I could have said that a bit gentler."
Becky looked at me with her blue eyes filled with tears, "No it's okay, Dad. It's fine." she sniffed. "That's why I like you. You don't beat around the bush you say what has to be said. Tommy never did that."
"Thank you I kinda feel normal now." I laughed and backed out of the parking lot. "Are you hungry?"
She nodded, "I didn't eat breakfast this morning."
"So do you have a place in mind?"
"I could really go for some seafood right now. There's a restaurant that just opened at the Marina. It's called, "The Oyster King"."
"Then look out "Oyster King" here we come!" I smiled.
Becky gave me a half smile, "Their oysters on a half shell are to die for."
"I love oysters!" I exclaimed.
