All day, I’ve gone hot and cold on this conversation with my dad. I think he’ll understand. I hope he’ll see how I need to leave. After Chrissy fell asleep last night, I dissected my love-hate relationship with betting. Finally realizing I love the part of my dad’s praise and accolades, but hated most everything else. Except for the money, who would hate that? But, since I’ve never gotten in too deep, I’ve never truly lost like others.That thirty grand my dad handed me a few nights ago sits in my safe with maybe a few other thousand, but it’s the biggest amount I’ve ever received. Ted and my mom pay my tuition, my room and board, and give me an allowance. They have no idea about the bets I make, and I’m positive they wouldn’t be happy about it. That’s why I’ve already decided the thirty g’s are Chrissy’s. For her to go back to school.I just need to find a way to tell her and pray she’ll accept it. She’s so stubborn I could see her not accepting it from me.The closer we come to my dad’s, the more deep breaths I’m taking.
