Please Come Home Dad

By Eggert Thomsen

The Please Come Home Dad story is pure fiction but also shows that despair can turn into happiness and that it is never too late to make a correction in your life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Go To Publish
• Release date: Aug 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9781647491871

Eggert Thomsen

The author, Eggert Thomsen is a World War II veteran having served abroad an aircraft carrier in the Pacific. He is a devoted husband and father. His stories originate from his many experiences.

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Please Come Home Dad

Copyright © 2020 by Eggert Thomsen

ISBN: 978-1-64749-187-1

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Well, it’s closing time and time to go home after a day’s work. I just don’t know if I should go home, In fact, I just can’t put up with her abuse much longer. 1 know that once I wall in the door she will jump all over me. I don’t know what to do about it. I usually just quickly eat supper and head for the basement or out in the garage.

I sometimes ask her, What is it? You want me out of here or do you have someone else? She usually replies, Oh, there you go again. I can never find out what the problem is. It seems that I can’t eat right, walk right, or drive right or even talk right. There is something wrong with almost everything I do. Most nights, I just lay there, trying to figure out how to correct whatever it is that I do wrong. She is so good and kind to everyone except me. This hurts because we have had all those good years together. I don’t really tell anybody about what is going on, except my oldest son. He is a partner in our business and knows how much I hate to go home after work. Many times, I have had tears and have felt so downhearted.

I knew if had to do something because my thoughts were sometimes drastic. I cannot divorce her. My family means so much to me and I know what I plan to do will hurt my family but it would be the least drastic.

I decided to leave. My plans were to leave with the clothes on my back and about $10 in my pocket. I will leave her a note telling her that I had left her. In the note, I told her that she could use my Social Security money and my pension check and of course, her Social Security checks to live on. These are all direct deposited to our bank account. I would not touch any of it and she would be free of me.

I got up early the next morning at about 4 o’clock. Quietly, I dressed making as little noise as possible, I went out the door. I did not take the car, and I walked the four blocks down to the highway towards a nearby city. I walled about 2 miles. A truck driver stopped to ask if I needed help or did I need a ride. I was very happy to take his offer. I climbed into the cab of the truck and thanked him for being so considerate and helpful. On the way we talked about his family and I could tell that they were very important to him and I asked him if he would drop me off at the truck stop. I did not unload any of my problems on him I just told him that I wanted to be on my own and have some peace. I asked if he could drop me off at the truck stop. He dropped me off at the truck stop and I thanked him again for his help but I was my intention to see if I could hitch a ride with an over the road trucker that may be heading south to Texas or Arizona or that general direction.

He stopped to get lunch and he asked if I wanted some lunch, but I told him I wasn’t really hungry, but he said, I know you have to be hungry, come in the cafeteria with me. Lunch will be on me. It was somewhat embarrassing but he was right, I was very hungry and so thankful to him for his consideration. The more we were together it became obvious what a decent and kind person he is.

We got to Oklahoma City and pulled into the manufacturing company with the load that was to be unloaded there. He and I talked and it was like we had become good friends. He said he was to pick up another load to take to Chicago which was in the wrong direction for me.

I thanked him for all his kindness and wished him well. Before he left, he told me to hang around this manufacturing company because there possibly could be a truck going toward Texas. I waited around the manufacturing company and talked to several of the truckers, but none were going in the direction I needed to go. Most of them were not allowed to take riders anyway. So I walked to a truck stop which was about 3 miles away. ‘There were a lot of trucks there so I went into the truck stop and walked up to some of the guys that looked like they were truckers and I inquired about the possibility of riding with anybody that may be heading toward Texas,

My reception wasn’t too good; in fact some of them were quite rude and tough acting. Not to the point of telling me to leave them alone but that was a feeling I got. I went outside and stood there surveying the situation I saw a trucker heading for his truck. I went up to him and asked where he was going. He said, I’m heading for Dallas Texas. That was ideal for me and I asked if it was possible to hitch a ride with him. He didn’t seem too enthused about the idea but then he said, Yeah, I’ll take you a long. You don’t look like you would be too much trouble. I said to him, I sure appreciate this. I climbed into the cab and we were headed for Dallas, Texas. The driver was kind of a big guy with a rough disposition. His language was typical of most truck drivers.

The driver asked, what the hell are you doing hitching rides? I explained to him that I was getting away from a difficult marriage situation. He said, You’re not running away from the law are you? I told him, "No, I just couldn’t take the Treatment from the mean wife anymore’.

Having not shaved for a few days, and my clothes were beginning to look rumpled and somewhat dirty. I guess I pretty much looked like a bum.

We arrived in Dallas and pulled into a warehouse where the truck was to be unloaded. I thanked the driver. He said, good luck to you buddy. As I walked away, I could see sort of a grin on his face. I walked about 5 miles to the downtown area. It was getting late in the day and my thoughts were of finding a place to sleep for the night. Not being familiar with Dallas, I did not know where to look to find either shelter or food. As I was walking toward the downtown, I passed a small Park, so I went in there and found a bench that was not too conspicuous from the street. I lay down on the bench and spent the night there.

I woke up the next morning feeling rested and very hungry. I walked several blocks down the street toward the city hoping that I can find a soup kitchen or someone that would direct me there. I was looking for a particular type of person that may have had experience with a soup kitchen. I talked to several people but they were not interested in conversing with someone that looked like a bum. Finally, I ran into an old man that looked like he may have had some experience with the soup kitchen. I asked him if he could direct me to a shelter. He said to me, "I can do better than that’. He walked with me to the soup kitchen. It was early in the morning and they were still serving breakfast. We went into the soup kitchen and I was surprised at how well