Goodwin.”“‘Mrs. Goodwin’ is too formal for friends, Andrew. When we aren’t in class you should call me ‘Joan.’”“Ah…Okay, Joan,” ... sort of stammered. She said we were friends, I liked that. I had always been fond of Mrs. Goodwin. In a heartbeat I realized that all along I had a crush on her. Mrs. Goodwin had shown me nothing but kindness, and I always wanted to please her. My mind was in a whorl. Here I was, talking with my PE teacher, in the coach’s locker room, while she was wearing only her. She was waving at me, so I take off a headset and she asks me to move my legs so that she can stretch them out. I do this and feel one of his legs rubbing the inside of my left leg.She said, "Do you think I haven't seen you looking at me all this time?"Very surprised by his intervention, he did not know where to put me.I replied a little ashamed: "I'm sorry, but you are very beautiful." "Thanks, but am I a little old for a boy your age?" "There is no age to look at a woman"We continued this. When she got home around 11, Abby kissed her dad quickly on the lips, said thank you and went straight to her room to change into her night clothes which was simply a long tee shirt. When she came back downstairs with only her phone, cigarettes and lighter in tow, Abby asked her dad if she could get him something. "And me." she thought to herself. "A refill of my drink would be nice. You can have something too but not too strong." he answered. "I want something strong," she thought "but it. That was the statement that unleashed David's wrath. The rant was nowhere near as energetic or long as his father's outburst. It was still impressive in how much hurt and pain was packed into his rant. He did manage to say a few words that didn't belong in church.David's issues were less about feelings of abandonment and more about the consequences of his mother's absence on everyone else in the family. His friends had mothers who worked and it had not been that traumatic to him. Her treatment.