This is our text log:
Me: Hey, are any of the golf courses open?
Him: I dont know
Him: I will chehk
Him: Driving range is open at equinox river
Me: Oh awesome can we go?
Him: When do you want to?
Me: Now is good.
Him: Ok ill be there in 30 min
Me: Okay, and can you being my gloves?
Him: I think you mean bring haha
Him: Its "bring," is the word your looking for haha
Me: [Screenshot of his previous texting errors]
Me: I think you mean "Check" dad
Me: I think you mean "Ok" dad
Me: I think you mean "You're" dad
Me: Are those the words you're looking for?
He pulled up in my driveway, tears in his eyes. I got into the car and closed the door. 20 seconds of awkward silence later and he says, "I was just making a joke, Nathan. It was just a joke.
" I could feel my heart sink at that moment.
It has always been hard to apologize to my dad, but this time I forced the words through the mud and replied: "I'm sorry, dad, I-"
"No, I'm sorry. Sometimes, you know, no matter how hard you try or what you do, you just can't get it right. I didn't mean to... belittle you or anything.
" His words were soft, yet teeming with shame.
I looked out of the window to see my dad clearly. "No, you're fine," I said with as much sincerity I could muster.
The rest of the ride was fighting among itself with whether it wanted to be awkward or heartbreaking. It ended up being a good mix of the two.
We went golfing, and it was terrible.
I'm sorry, Dad. I won't hurt you ever again.