PART 5: When Plans Backfire
… con’t from Part 4
On the morning of Kathy’s and Marlin’s departure, Kathy told me that they would have a stop-over in Salt Lake City, and that if I needed to get in touch with her, just leave a message on her cell, and she’d check it when they landed.
I remember that hit me as odd, since that would be only two hours after their flight left, and I didn’t plan to speak with them for the week they’d be gone. While driving them to the airport, she said it again, so that time it raised a flag. I didn’t ask anything, but I wondered what she was expecting me to call about.
“Surprise … I lied.”
After dropping them off at the airport, I headed right back to their house so I could get to work. When I turned on their computer, I realized why Kathy would be expecting a call. For the first time ever, their computer required a password to log-in … a password I was deliberately not told about.
Kathy knew I needed the computer to work.
Or, so she thought.
Kathy forgot one thing: I’m considered a computer expert … getting around a password is fairly simple.
I’ve done consulting work for Fortune 500 companies and the Federal Government. She should have known that. She definitely knew I was a certified Mac consultant, and I would always diagnose and fix her computer problems.
Even for that trip, she was aware that I brought all my diagnostic and maintenance disks. Getting access to a computer that is password-protected is a typical task for someone like me, and a fairly simple one. I just didn’t want to back-door their computer if I didn’t need to, but Kathy wouldn’t give me any other option.
When Kathy’s daughter, Tara, arrived home after school that afternoon, I asked her about the required password. She told me that she didn’t know why her mom had “just recently added the passwords” but if I needed access, I could use her’s. So from then on, I used Tara’s password. I thought it was very odd that Kathy would have set up a limited-use password for Tara, but not for me.
The Meeting with David’s Counselor
As much as I resented Kathy’s method of control by telling me I had a meeting with my son’s counselor, I was over that by the day of the meeting, and showed-up timely, with an inquisitive attitude as to the agenda. It wasn’t my meeting, so I had planned to simply answer every question with detail and substantiation, and see where it went.
The counselor, Jane (not her real name), met me in the reception area, was very cordial, and we began the meeting in her closed office. No more than 5-10 minutes into our discussion, she asked me about David’s mom. I remember she apologized, saying,
At least 40-minutes into the meeting, Jane seemed a bit puzzled, and asked how long Kathy had known my son. I told her, “Kathy just met David.” Jane repeated it back to me in a question, and I confirmed it. After a brief pause, Jane asked me how close Kathy and I are. I explained the answer in much more detail than just saying, “Not very.”
Over an hour after we began talking, Jane expressed her appreciation to me for coming in, and followed that by stating, “I want you to know that your son is very lucky to have you as his father … and if he were my son, I would do nothing differently. I wish you the best.”
I was truly humbled, and I let her know. I believe only a parent, especially a single parent, would understand how touching that is. For those of us raising kids as a top priority, hearing that is the most gratifying compliment.
Jane did not share anything with me that Kathy had told her, but I certainly could tell it was a different story, and whatever it was, Jane was certainly not buying Kathy’s story now, if ever. That allowed me to theorize why I met with Jane: potentially, Kathy had not planned it, but instead, she met with Jane when David enrolled, and took the opportunity to undermine me as a bad father.
In other words, already chipping away at my character. Then when Jane was told I was coming out, she asked to meet with me. Kathy probably thought, or was made to think, Jane would take what she told her, and Jane would lay into me, simply supporting Kathy. Kathy is not very sharp.
I remember as I was walking out of the school building, I realized something very strongly: in that meeting of
The Return Flight
Two days had passed since meeting with David’s counselor. I had originally planned to stay a couple extra days after Kathy returned, just to visit, but due to the most recent events, all I could think of at that point, was how could I take David home with me. But I had to let that idea go, since school would be out in four weeks, making it a terrible time to transition … especially back to where he had previously been.
In any event, I decided to leave, and take the first flight out after they arrived. Unfortunately, their return flight came in at 22:00 that night, and the first available return flight for me departed at 07:00 the following morning. I wasn’t about to ask Kathy to get up early and drive me back to the airport, so I decided that when I picked them up, I’d simply stay at the airport overnight.
When I spotted them at the curb, they ran over, both jumped in the back seat, and seemed extraordinarily happy. Marlin told me that I could go ahead and drive on home. At that point, while still stopped, I turned around and told them that I needed to get back to my home, that I’d drive over to my departing terminal, and I’d get out there to catch the next flight.
Then I probably had a stunned look, “Yea, it went fine.”
And with Kathy’s usual anxious demeanor, she replied, “Oh! Good!”
That’s not what Kathy meant, though, and why would that be the question as to why I was leaving early? I don’t recall anything else being said during the two-minute drive to my terminal, where I attempted to sleep on the floor that night, with little success. But, I was on the first flight home.
I believe it was my second day back, when my phone rang.
Continued in Part 6 …
Some of my friends find it very odd that I’m writing this … they’ve expressed, in a variety of ways, that I should let it go and just move on. Other friends of mine pretend it does not exist, and simply ignore it. I believe in some ways they think I’ll be happier by forgetting it, but this is what I need to do to forget it. I need to put it all down, piece the puzzle together, and for now, that works for me.
Some wonder why I put it on the Web. Because hopefully it will help others … and judging by the number of visitors worldwide, I believe it has in some little way. And if not the Web, where? A notebook? That would still be helpful to me, but not as gratifying as knowing I could help others. And when I’m gone, that notebook would end up in some landfill.
While writing this part, a couple points surfaced more clearly than I expected…
1) It would still be a long time before I had enough experience and evidence to clearly label my sister, Kathy, a sociopath. She has a history of being very brutally mean to me since childhood, and at the time that Part 5 covers, all I was thinking was that she was lying to me, and being very hurtful as she had been earlier in our lives.
I never knew why she had always been mean to me, as far back as I can remember, but that I’ve since figured out, too. She is very evil, but for virtually everyone who associates with her, they’ve been sold on her public persona. As of now, I don’t know anyone else other than me, who has seen the ugly truth behind it.
2) If my theory is correct about the counselor, and that she was led to believe that I was a very different person than I am, then the puzzle just changed a lot. I have to accept that Kathy was assassinating my character
long before my previous proof had defined a time period UPDATE: since I was a child*.
*UPDATE: Number 2 has its own ADDENDUM …