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Horse made of glass - Part 14 Horse made of glass - Part 14
by Katerina Charisi
2017-08-20 10:20:48
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…“A man who’s meeting his future wife’s father for the first time and won’t show up doesn’t convince me is the best man for my girl.”

“I’d told you it was his job. He didn’t have a choice. And that was too long ago.”

“Well, I still remember it. He could of have called still and not put you in the front to justify the situation. You know I don’t like that kind of behavior. It shows no respect and it shows weakness and I want you to be with someone who will stand up and do what he has to do as men do.”


ak_400When she first told her father about him it was only a few months after separating from her last boyfriend, a kind young man who though he loved her and proposed her and she’d said yes, he couldn’t support her. Her father then asked questions about that young man and she answered them all, eventually realizing herself that she was about to make a mistake.

“He still lives with his parents and two younger brothers. He doesn’t have a stable job. You say he works here and there and he’s a student and studies what?”


“Computers, okay.”

“He says computers are the future.”

“Maybe they are someday, maybe a decade or even more. How’s he going to support you till then?”

“I can work too.”

“Yes, you can. But if it’s you the one who’ll support your home, then you won’t be able to start a family. What’s going to happen when you get yourself pregnant? When you give birth to your child? When you won’t be able to sleep and breastfeed and take care of the house and go to work?”

She remained silent on the phone.

“A family costs. This man’s no good for you.”

And he told her the very same things just a few months later, when she told him about the man who after four years eventually became her husband. She told him first that he did have a job and a car and a house of his own and he said “okay” and “why don’t you come over for dinner, let’s say Sunday evening?” and she exhaled in relief that she wouldn’t have to answer any more tricky questions and she said “that would be great, thank you dad”.

That same night she said “my father wants to meet you” and he’d said “okay” and though she’d expected him to show some more excitement about it and maybe say, “hey should I get a bottle or two of some red wine or something”, she’d said nothing more.

Her father had gone to the store and bought enough food to feed a soccer team and ‘till the next day everybody in the neighborhood knew about the future son in law the professor waited on Sunday evening.

Saturday night and she asked “what time should we get going? It’s almost a couple of hours to drive there” and he’d said “holy shit, I’m working tomorrow all day, sorry” and she stood there staring at him unable to recess what he’d just said and when he said nothing more she called her father and mumbled that they wouldn’t make it, but she’d call to rearrange. Her father had said nothing that time on the phone, but he would mention the incident every next time he got a chance. She knew he had been deeply hurt. It shouldn’t be such a big deal, though.

Couple of years later and she asked for help and he again said “this man’s no good for you.”

After a quite shaming and long call, her father had said “don’t worry, I’ll help you open this place” and she said “God, thank you daddy” but he added “well, I hope you know what you’re doing and make sure you secure yourself before spending a single cent for it.”

No, she didn’t know what she was doing but she was determined to do her best and make things work out for them. For him.

She had straightened her back and said “my father’s going to give us the money but he insists that I own half of the business before he signs that check”. He’d said “that’s more than fine with me, but my old man needs to agree first”. And she asked “what’s your father has to do with our place?” and he said “oh, the owner made him sign that he guarantee’s he’s getting his monthly rent” and she shrugged “ok then, let’s go.”

They went to his parents and he asked her to wait outside. Years had to pass to realize that he always left her out of his family’s business and talks, every time. She never managed to explain how she could be so naïve and blind to ignore those signs. He went in and she sat on the doorsteps and waited, playing with her shoelaces. She heard him murmuring and after a few minutes she felt a strange and heavy silence around and she opened the door and went inside, but no one talked to her and no one told her to sit. So she stood with her back on the door and waited. And then she heard him saying so and so and his father stared at the wall behind him and then they both waited in an awkward silence waiting for the old man to speak. When he spoke he hit his hand on the table and said “I put my damn sign on them papers to guarantee for you and not her. And I managed to get this guy over there and give ya the building for your back is no good for being a mason anymore and I did it for you cuz you’re my son and not for her. I ain’t guarantee nothin’ for a stranger and I ain’t give a damn if you’re marryin’ this stranger today or in thousands years or at all for that matter, I ain’t sign a thin’.”

She clenched her fists and pursed her lips and her gums ached and stared at him and waited for him to say something but he just sat with his head down and said nothing.

He drove them back without a word and until they went to sleep that night, none of them shared a single word. The next morning she called her father and told him what happened and her father said again “this man’s no good for you”. And she said “please” and he sighed and said “get yourself to a lawyer in town and make him sign that you put your money to his business” - and he spat the “his” - “and he owes you every single cent since the place starts making money. Ten thousand and not a cent less” and she said “okay”. And she paid another hundred of her savings to sign those papers but when they were about to leave, the lawyer stopped her putting his hand softly on her shoulder and told her “the papers won’t secure you’re getting back any money; If things go bad and if you take him on a trial you can use those papers. Still, no one says he’s paying you back. You insisted on those papers and I don’t feel good getting paid for something that might prove useless, so I just want to be clear with you.”

She turned her back and dashed the stairs and got in the car and when he asked her why she went back she said she had to use the bathroom.

Maybe we were meant to fail from the beginning, after all.


Horse made of glass
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