I sat on the edge of the stage watching the teams race up and down the court. It was the first game of my son’s basketball tournament. I knew my ex-husband was there, because I saw his car when I pulled into the parking lot. I wasn’t surprised that he was there, even though he said he wasn’t going. He often changed his plans last minute, or lied entirely just to avoid giving a difinitive answer and to keep others off balance.
When I saw him standing by the players, I felt a mix of annoyance and disgust that he continues to play the ‘Father of the Year’ role, despite the cruel and un-fatherly behavior he practices behind closed doors. At least I knew he would not try to interact with me, so I sat comfortably a good distance away and watched my son.