Ivan sat nervously in Father Abel's office. Father Abel was not his
usual friendly, welcoming self, but looked at Ivan sternly.
"It appears
that young Aaron witnessed a very serious altercation between you and
Mrs. Zakhrov three years ago regarding the purchase of your car. I
want to hear your side of the story" said Father Abel, his eyes
cold and hard.
Ivan swallowed
nervously and began:
"It all started
around 5 years ago when Aaron was 8. We had discovered his aptitude
for programming and his high intelligence and decided to homeschool
him. During one of his sessions with me, Aaron asked me why we didn't
have a car and took Uber everywhere. I told him that I was saving up
for a car that I always wanted - a BMW M5, and he offered to work on
code projects for me so that I could get it quickly. That offer,
while sweet, also made me sick to my stomach. I explained to him that
him working for us to afford something is against the law, and that
we grown-ups will take care of it. He still insisted on working on
actual projects, so I told him that he could, but only for two to
four hours a day, and for himself - not for us. At first, I thought
that that would be the end of it, but the next day, Annette
confronted me about telling Aaron that I always wanted a BMW M5 and
was saving for it. She was quite upset that Aaron had changed his
computer wallpaper to a picture of a Jaguar XJ220. She had forced him
to delete it and sternly told me that big, loud and fast cars were
impractical, expensive, synonymous with toxic masculinity, and that
if I really wanted a car, to buy something more ecologically sound
and practical like a Tesla or a Prius."
Ivan paused, took a
deep shuddering breath and continued:
"Annette's
statements and actions greatly offended me. I assured Aaron that it
was alright to like fast cars and that Annette is wrong about them.
He again offered to help me afford it, and that it would be his car
too, I refused, and told him that I can do it myself, and he could do
the same for his car for when he turned 16. It took two years of
overtime, but that was totally worth it. I told Aaron to keep what we
were doing a secret from Annette, and that the car will be a surprise
for her, wrongly believing that she would warm to it. After all, it
looks like a normal sedan. Once I confirmed the purchase and
delivery, I took Aaron to the dealership. He was thrilled! He loved
the sound of the engine, the whistle of the turbochargers, the sleek
black look. We were both super excited to go home and see the look on
Annette's face."
Ivan paused again,
his face a mask of pain. He took a deep breath and resumed:
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"As soon as we
pulled into the driveway I knew that I had made a terrible mistake.
Annette was very quiet during dinner, drinking wine straight out of a
bottle. Fearing that Aaron would come under her fury, I sent him to
bed early. I had no idea he hadn't fallen asleep. The argument was
intense. Annette accused me of toxic male behavior. She couldn't
believe that I had the gall to go behind her back and buy a sports
car. I tried to explain that the BMW M5 was a car that I always
wanted, that a sports car is not a symbol of toxic masculinity and
that the BMW M5 was very safe and practical as a family car. She
demanded that I either return or sell the car. I refused and told her
that I had worked extremely hard to get it and I deserve it. And that
Aaron has already seen the car, loves it, and understands how hard I
worked to be able to get it. To sell it or trade it in now will set a
very bad example for him. She became hysterical and said that I was
normalizing a self-centered and environmentally irresponsible
attitude in Aaron, she got physical and tried to slap me. I
restrained her and told her in anger to never dare try to hit me
again. She again demanded that I either sell the car or she would
leave and take Aaron with her. I was shocked and angry that she would
destroy our family like this over a car. I agreed, but told her in no
uncertain terms that she was no longer my wife, and that I am staying
only for Aaron's sake and that I don't love her anymore. Hearing
that, she relented and said the car could stay, but this was the last
time she would tolerate toxic male behavior"
Ivan stopped
speaking, tears in his eyes.
Father Abel placed a
gentle, comforting hand on his. "What happened next?" he
asked.
"The next day,
Annette was hungover and claimed to have no recollection of the
previous night's fight. I decided that we should all go for a drive.
Annette was disapproving and cold as we started, but she screamed in
terror when we accelerated on the highway. I took a little pleasure
in that to be honest." replied Ivan.
Father Abel sighed
wearily. "Have you and Annette discussed your ideological
differences?" he asked Ivan
"Yes, there are
things we don't see eye to eye on. Cars for one, along with high
heels, dress codes, and more risqué outfits. Annette is a woman of
strong convictions. They've gotten even stronger now that they've
introduced Diversity Equity and Inclusion training into her school
curriculum." replied Ivan with a sigh.
"Alright, those
are Annette's beliefs according to you. What about your convictions."
asked Father Abel.
"I'm a simple
man Father Abel. I believe in God and the Bible. I love my wife and
son, and will do anything to keep them happy and safe, I'll admit
that I've become more wary and weary with Annette though, I feel her
brand of feminism is skewed towards a non-binary and potentially
unhealthy perspective" said Ivan
"I see. It
appears that underestimating each other's convictions is what lead to
this argument, and Aaron was caught in the crossfire." said
Father Abel.
"What do we do
now Father?" asked Ivan
"Well for now,
young Aaron has internalized that argument, and is using that
stoicism of his to suppress his desires. That is not healthy in the
long run, however recent events seem to have had a positive effect on
him. I don't foresee any lasting consequences," said Father Abel
as Ivan breathed a sigh of relief.

