I had been informed, inadvertently, that all 3 of my daughters were sexually active. Its not that I didn’t think it would happen, I mean, they are all adults now, but I really didn’t want to know. Not ever.
My entire life as a father was spent preventing this from happening. I spent countless nights sitting at the kitchen table pretending to review case notes, while pubescent, little pukes sat on the couch in the family room beside one of my daughters pretending to be watching ‘Shrek’, or ‘Matilda”, or some other piece of cinematic dribble. If he got too close, I would slide the chair back across the ceramic kitchen floor, and he would jump back into his own space. At what he thought was an opportune moment, he leaned closer and attempted to swallow my daughter. “Hey.”, I shouted at him from the kitchen. “Move your face away from my daughter.”
“I don’t know what the problem is.”, my wife stated. “Its all perfectly normal.”
“Its far from perfect.”, I replied.
“We did the same thing.”, she reminded me.
“I know exactly what things we did.”, I said. “But your father liked me And that doesn’t really help at all.”
“I’m not so sure he would liked you if he knew what you were doing to me.”, she stated. “And you said you like Margeaux’s boyfriend, didn’t you?”
“Not enough to sleep with my daughter.”, I answered.
“I know.”, she said. “But she’s an adult now. What did you think they were doing?”, she inquired. “They’re living together! And girls will find themselves involved with men who are very much like their fathers.”
“Ah, hell no! It doesn’t matter.”, I told her. “What I never thought about was what he was doing to her. Now,I’m just going to have to make the little peckerhead disappear.”
“Why is this so hard for you to deal with?”, she asked. “Did you want them to be alone for the rest of their lives?”
“No.”, I answered somewhat dejectedly. “But they could have joined a nunnery.”
“We’re not Catholic.”, my wife felt the need to remind me.
“We could be.”, I replied. “What the hell is going on with my girls?”, I asked, although I had no idea why. I really had no desire to know anything anymore, but it was the only thing I could think of to say.
“Do you really want to know?”, my wife asked me.
“Not at all.”, I replied. “Not ever.”
“It’s alright.”, she said, trying to console me as I attempted to put the pieces of my shattered universe back together. “Now you don’t say anything to the girls about this. Okay?”
“What the hell could I possibly say to them?”, I asked. “Its the little peckerhead I want a few minutes alone with.”
“Don’t even think about it.”, she advised me. Just let it go. Relax, and let it go. You can’t remember anything, anymore, so this will be forgotten too. Right?”
“Do I have a choice?”, I asked.
“Not if you plan on sleeping in the bed tonight.”, she replied.
“I wasn’t planning on sleeping in there.”, I said.
“Oh”, she responded, ” well then for sure you have no choice.” She stood up, and took my hand. “In fact,” she added, “I’m not sure why we have to wait for tonight.”
“Are the kids still coming over tomorrow?”, I asked as we headed to the bedroom.
“As far as I know.”, she said.
“Well, let’s hope we’re done by then.”, I suggested.
“Alright.”, she said, chuckling. “I’ll do my best.”, as we jumped on the bed.