“I owe you an apology,” he said to Aaron. “And probably a few professional conversations handled the wrong way.”
Aaron shook his hand politely and said, “There is no need for that on the business side.” Douglas glanced briefly at my father before adding, “On the personal side, I think there are things that need to be addressed.”
My father stayed away for a while before finally approaching us, looking noticeably less confident than before. He kept his focus on Aaron at first, which only made me more frustrated.
“I misjudged you,” he said. Aaron responded calmly, “This is not about me.”
My father then looked at me, and I knew that moment was more difficult for him than anything else that night. I spoke clearly and said, “You embarrassed me, not because of what you thought he was worth, but because you thought I was worth so little.”
He hesitated, and for a moment I thought he might deflect or deny it as he usually did. Instead, he said quietly, “I was wrong.”
It was not enough to fix everything, but it was the most honest thing he had said in a long time. Aaron placed a gentle hand on my back and said softly, “We can leave whenever you are ready.”