There is a special kind of pain that a man experiences when the very people he lives for no longer seem to want him near. It is not loud pain. It does not announce itself with drama. It settles quietly in the chest and tightens every time a door closes, every time a voice answers with irritation, every time a request for attention is met with a sigh. This pain is heavy because it does not come from enemies or strangers. It comes from your own children. And when that happens,