It felt good to not have to smell a smog of cigarette smoke throughout the house, it felt good to be able to sleep without thinking someone was going to burn the house down in the middle of the night and it felt good not to hear the crack of a fresh beer every five minutes or the clinking of ice in a glass. The best part of all, was that I was not afraid to walk around the house and I was not afraid of being stared down with every move I made and criticized for everything I did.
While I felt sad that in a way, my father was gone, I still felt a sense of relief and that a huge weight was taken off my shoulders as there was a lot less worry in my mind. However, the wrath of my father was not over as he made sure he would get in his last word.
Starting late the night we moved (after we had gone to bed) the drunken text messaging began. As I have said before, my father takes texting to a whole other level. My father sent me texts starting around 5:00 PM and they did not stop until around 11:30 pm that night (25 text messages). I did not respond because I did not want to fuel his fire, I figured all of the messages were going to be filled with hate. Plus, I feel that I have already said my peace with him whether he remembers it or not.