Yells, screams. Acid to the stomach. Stress on the heart.
by Greg Hague
We fought into the night. A wife? A girlfriend? Nope. It was my dad.
1952. Mom pins an award on Dad.
In 1977, I broke up with Chubby. This is a story very few know.
For over a year I hated the man I loved. He felt the same about me.
It started three years before. I had graduated from law school. Chubby owned a real estate firm in Cincinnati. I wasn’t sure what to do. Practice law? Work with Dad?
Dad never pushed. I knew what he wanted. I joined the firm.
It was pressure from Dad exerted by me.
For three years it was horrible and great.