Chapter 5 - Cutting the Cord
Two days later, Dad sent a text asking for a private meeting. No Diane. Just him and me at a quiet coffee shop near the edge of town.
He was sitting in a corner booth when I walked in, looking far older and smaller than I had ever remembered him. He pushed a small velvet box across the wooden table toward me. Inside was Nanna’s gold watch—he had scraped together cash by selling his antique golf clubs and trading in his power tools to redeem it from the restaurant manager.
"I got it back," he said softly, his voice trembling. "I paid the remaining balance, Kristen. The restaurant is taken care of."
"I'm glad, Dad," I said, keeping my hands resting in my lap. "That watch belonged to Nanna. It shouldn't have been on a restaurant counter."
"I'm sorry," he whispered, wiping a stray tear from his weathered cheek. "I... I panicked that night. Diane was threatening to throw a scene, and I just wanted the evening to be peaceful. I thought you would understand. You've always been the strong one. The stable one who handles things."
I looked at him, feeling a deep, quiet sadness, but absolutely no urge to fix his pain anymore.
"That's the trap, Dad," I explained gently. "You punished me for being strong, and you rewarded Diane for being cruel. You let my children feel like garbage because you were too cowardly to tell your adult daughter the word 'no.' Being 'the bigger person' wasn't making me a better human being—it was just making me easier for you to step on."
He reached across the table to clasp my hand, but I calmly pulled my hand back.
"I’ve canceled the monthly transfers," I continued smoothly. "I’ve taken my name off your car lease. If Diane wants a luxury lifestyle, she can get a job and pay for it herself. And if you want to keep enabling her, you'll have to do it on your own pension."
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"Kristen, please... don't keep the kids from me," he pleaded, his shoulders shaking. "They're my grandkids."
"They were your grandkids when they spent three days covered in blue paint making a gift for you," I said softly. "You don't get access to my children's hearts until you learn how to protect them—even from your own terrible choices. We're taking a long break, Dad."
