February 10 & 11, 2026
February 10
Last night, I decided I would visit Dad on my way to St. Simons. When I spoke with Mom this morning, I told her my plans and mentioned that I’d like to see her as well while I’m down. She was thrilled that I was going to visit Dad—he needs human interaction and support.
She was less certain about me visiting her. I think she worries that Lara and those in control won’t approve of me seeing both of them.
What am I supposed to do? I don’t want to jeopardize my relationship with Mom or risk losing time with her. But I also know Dad needs support, love, and attention. Right now, he needs it more.
This afternoon, I decided to test the waters with Lara. I didn’t ask her opinion directly—I simply texted:
“I’m going to St. Simons for Presidents’ Day weekend. I’ll come by Friday afternoon to see Mama and then spend the night with Daddy.”
Her response: She ignored what I said about visiting and only gave me an update on Mom’s doctor’s appointment.
February 11
Mom called early this morning. I knew something was up—usually, I’m the one calling her.
She gave me what I expected: the ultimatum. I could either visit her or visit Dad, but I had to choose between them.
I know I may have to make that choice eventually—unless something changes and they allow Dad back. But I’m not ready to do that now. So I told her I wouldn’t visit either of them. I was feeling guilty because Dad really needs the visit, until ….
About an hour later, she called back. We FaceTimed. She was sobbing—After our first call, she had spoken with Beckie, who had talked to Lara. Beckie told her she shouldn’t give me that ultimatum—that she didn’t see anything wrong with me visiting Mom while I was down to see Dad.
So, with Beckie’s permission (in my sarcastic voice), I can now see both my parents.
I think this was the most hopeful thing Mom has heard since she had to leave Dad. She talked for nearly an hour about how lonely she was, how much she misses her life.. She wants everything to go back to normal. Like me, she believes that if Dad knew what to do—what to say, how to feel—to be accepted back, he would do it.
She keeps saying that God knows everything, that He will work things out for good.
I believe in God. But when a church is led by people instead of Him, I don’t know if God chooses to intervene in the way we hope. Still, I pray He looks past all of this—that somehow, in spite of everything, He helps my parents. Whatever it takes… bring them back together. Give them peace. Give them happiness.