that must be more traumatic than the fatherless childhood
Bro, I tried to brush it off like it was nothing, but to no avail. Obviously growing up, I had built some kind of mental picture of how our reunion would go, good and bad scenarios.
When he just walked past me, it was like 100% of the raw rejection, again, afresh.
I went back home with my wife and while she was getting showered I just laid on the lounge floor face down. At first I thought I was just laying down to relieve the stress, but even after she got out, I was there for like a few hours. It was like I had been physically deflated.
I was pissed with my grandmother, because when we go to visit, she usually makes sure there's no chance he'll be just dropping by, but this time it just happened out the blue. The doorbell went, and I saw through the window who it was, but there was no way to escape so I just stood in the hall awkwardly waiting for him to come in.
The plus side though, I am on steroids, and it was a small consolation to know that I was huge compared to him