Yes, My son.  I took him to see Hostel,  and it was disgusting.  But what did he see?  He saw the artistic direction, and the actors as they played out the sadistic movie.  He saw art, I saw just garbage!

But that is who he is.  I go to a movie to see a show.  He goes to it to critique it.  He is my son and I do love him.  And I hope he really does take hollywood by storm!  He is that good!

But what do you see?  You see a part of me.  And you hate that.  He comes down here so that we can talk and discuss.  His love.  I dont like a lot of what he does, but I listen.  Do you?

You told me you never loved me.  And you told me that your shrink told you that you have not found love.  Perhaps because you have never been truthful with yourself?

Because I know you dont love your current husband.  It is so apparent.  he does love you and for that I am sorry for him. Not Jealous, sorry.

And your bitterness is warping those you love.  I wish I could wave my magic wand and make them better.  I cannot.  Some will be warped.  You dont know how to love.  You do know how to evelope those that you think you love in an envelope of hate.  You do that well.

I am sorry. I am sorry that my unconditional love for so many years you could never accept.  I know that is in your genes (Look at the mother to find out the wife).  Still, you had a chance.  You really did.  You could not help it, but you could help your children.  And you failed.

Why do the boys still talk to me?  maybe because I just love them and dont ask them not to love you.  Maybe I love them, and dont ask them to be like me.  Maybe because I love them.

You told the clown that I had a problem with women.  Or girls. No, I dont. But I have never and will never use children in any fights.  Yea, maybe I am a coward.  I chose to think I am just a loving father.  That is something you will never understand.

I saw you pick up my son today.  And I saw how cold you both were.  To him.  Because he had a great weekend. With me.

And I am sorry for your defects.  Not my Sons.