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Friday, August 3, 2007
I stood naked and vulnerable in the bathroom as I readied myself to take my morning shower on Monday.
"I should have told you this sooner," Donna began. "Marie is being baptized on Saturday."
She waited for my response knowing this was the first mention of the event to my face. She waited, knowing the entire day had been planned, relatives had been invited, and interviews had been conducted. There had been plenty of meetings and conversations with strangers but this was the first moment the child's father had been included. Not so much included as informed. A formality. The last check off the list.
I weighed my options for response.
Her statement had not been an invitation so much as it was a confession so when I said nothing more, she took my silence as approval and left.
Yes, she should have told me. Moreover, she should have asked me. There should have been whole conversations and discussions, both with and without Marie. My strong and valid feelings should have been considered and weighed in the equation.
I've not asked for more details and none have been offered. I'm sure that sometime tomorrow, as Donna hustles the children into their Easter dresses and patent leather, I'll be asked if I'm coming. And when I respond "not on your life", I'll be given some hassle about not supporting my family. As if so much courtesy had been extended to me in this matter.
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