Sunday Bloody Sunday

The acoustic set went well, though I am now a little hoarse...

My Dad called as we were driving back to Park La Brea. Fortunately Joel was the only other person in the car - Kaden went to get something to eat in downtown with Liam and James, and then hitched a ride with them. I put my iPhone on speaker so Joel could hear the conversation. I'm not about deceiving anybody, so I told Dad that he was on speaker and Joel was in the car. Dad said he didn't have a problem with it to begin with... but then decided, when the conversation became heated and I told him straight out that Missa and I didn't have much to say to a man that beat a woman, that he wasn't 'comfortable' with Joel listening to 'his business'. I was so mad at that point that I told him he'd have to deal with it, because Joel is my business and I'm his, and that he'd been the one taking Serena out, that he'd been the one to sit with her and soothe her when her mother was crying her eyes out in the next room.

I wont repeat exactly what Dad said to that, but you could probably guess. He then told me that all he wanted was to see his girls. By this point I was in tears and we had pulled over because I was driving. Joel was holding my hand and had pulled me over to lean against his shoulder... and I knew I had to tell him.

Last week, Missa, Serena and I sat down over lunch and had a long conversation about the situation between Mom and Dad, during which we asked Serena to tell us what it was that she wanted.

Needless to say, Dad was none too pleased. He cursed, he cried, he apologized... and I became quiet upset, so Joel whispered that I should tell him that I need time and would call him at a later date. Dad wasn't happy but he eventually let up.

I know that I will never forgive what Dad did, but I have come to terms with it. I also know that I will always love him, because he's my Dad and we had some great times together... but I will never be able to look him in the eye, or even put my arms around him, because that same man abused my Mom, the most beautiful person in the world, virtually since the day Missa and I came to California, sometimes in front of my baby sister, his own child. And that I can never, ever forgive, or forget.