And here I am reminiscing about my father. He left me with my mother after they divorced. He came back four years later. And would visit me once every week he would drive from Hallandale to West Palm Beach to pick me up on a Friday and then he would drive me back the following Sunday evening. he did this for seven years every week. On my 18th birthday, I ended up coming to live with him. I lived with him for the next 12 years. He ended up dying of a heart attack in my arms. I got to be the last person he saw. After the funeral, some of his friends and former associates, talk to me. It was then that I found out he was an enforcer for the mafia. Those four years he wasn’t there for me. Turns out he was cutting ties with the mafia and then he came back for me. That man gave up his life to be there for mine. Rip Michael Alexander Weltz. 11/29/1952- 04/19/2019 you will always be missed, but never forgotten.
Holy crap is that woman self-centered. It's one thing to divorce.. it's entirely different when you decide you also don't want your own children to be part of your life.
