He wasn’t a monster. He didn’t scream. He didn’t break bones. But he wielded like a blacksmith wields a hammer—deliberately, rhythmically, and with the terrifying goal of forging steel.
The story goes that when Mack turned sixteen, he came home an hour past curfew. The excuse was a flat tire on a back road. No cell service. A perfectly logical, frustrating reason. mack and jeff dad---------s tough love 1
They don’t call him every day. They don’t hug him easily. But when the world tries to break them, they don’t shatter. He wasn’t a monster
“Jeff and I used to think Dad hated us,” he said. “We thought love was supposed to be soft. A hug. A ‘there, there.’ We never got that.” mack and jeff dad---------s tough love 1
Not their dad.