Somewhere tonight in America...
...a man is staying late at his office. He doesn't really have any work to do but his wife and children are gone and he doesn't want to go home...because without them it isn't really home, and it hasn't been since they left.
...The same man will walk in the door late, switch on the light and listen to the echoes bouncing from every wall. Echoes of his children's voices and his wife's' laughter. It will remind him how empty this house really is and how much he really doesn't have anymore. The sounds, which he only hears in his mind, will only make him feel lonelier and make his house feel emptier.
...He will tuck his kids in by telephone if it isn't too late. They will tell him all about their day in the five minutes he gets to hear their voices.
...He might even speak to his ex-wife...maybe he'll listen for a crack in the wall...a faint glimmer of hope to hang his hat on that they might all come home and try it again.
...He will politely say "good night" and when he hears her end of the line click, he will say "I love you" maybe even say it out loud, knowing she never heard it.
...He will watch TV not knowing or even caring what is actually on; and then he will lay in bed and cry silent tears, wondering how this came to be and how he is going to make it through another day.
...He will cry out to a God who loves him but who he thinks hates him...and who he himself is beginning to hate
...He will barely sleep at all and when he does, it will be peppered with dreams of his family and all that he hoped this would be, but is not.
...and he will keep all of this to himself, because nobody thinks dads get hurt when families crumble...but they are wrong...not all men want this and not all men deserved this...
...Sometimes, Daddies Cry.