Trust funds had been set up for the kids that could not be touched by anyone, even me. Nikki told me that things had gotten really bad at their house.... Cindy was drinking a lot and using drugs. Wasn’t taking care of the house or the kids. When my son, Rick, turned 13, he ran away from home, leaving Nikki to fend for herself. I knew where he was (a friend told me) but, he had made it known that he hated me. Nikki was 15 at the time and started hanging out with some of the same people as Cindy.. “Kai”—I stepped forward—“please, calm down. I’m sorry. You’re right. I should not have let them in. It’s my fault.” I took the blame in hopes of soothing his temper so that he wouldn’t lose control and destroy everything in sight. “I get upset because I love you! Because I care! I’m sorry I can’t trust anyone else, but you know why, Layla! You know!” Slowly, I gravitated toward him. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Don’t be mad.” I hugged his neck and felt like I could breathe again when he. “No,” he continued, “I’m not. I am a bit confused and more than a little concerned.” He then looked in the rearview and said to Rhee, “For a long time, now, I’ve thought of you as a second daughter that lives with her mother most of the time, leaving me, her dad, to see her only sporadically and too briefly.”With that, Rhee started tearing up, and she put a hand on Dad’s shoulder. She started to say something, but Dad interrupted.“No, let me get this out. While I like many aspects of the. I couldn't take any more and I sobbed loudly.“Be quiet. I want silence from you” he said softly and I tried to stop my cries.Water started to seep between the muscle and the hose. I was so full the pressure was breaking the seal my sphincter made. He turned off the tap, stood up and raised the toilet seat. He pushed me gently onto the toilet and pulled out the hose. The water gushed out from me. The relief was immense.“Push the water out of you. Empty yourself.” I pushed and more water came.