Friday, September 13, 2013

The Disappearing Daddy

It’s a hard question, the question of Eric Myers—a rich, conservative, Evangelical guy in the closet who somehow disappeared in 1991, leaving behind a wife, five kids, and two parents.
Confession—I have thought of this, and in fact came to the conclusion (helped greatly by a very adolescent brain) that if I simply stopped calling, my parents would forget about me.
I tell you this as evidence that under some emotional pressures, you don’t think very well or logically. I was maybe 19 or 20 at the time, I was gay, and I believed it when my eldest brother wrote, “you must never tell our parents this; it would kill them.” So the answer was to distance myself, geographically and emotionally. It would make it easier for everyone.
Somehow, my parents weren’t buying in….
For Myers, it was different. There was the Evangelical thing, which I didn’t have. There was getting married, which he had to do to try to convince himself that he was straight, and that he could pray it away if he were in a “normal” relationship. So though it was a decade or two after I had faced coming out, Myers was facing what I had faced, but much more.
His story is that he had a fugue state—what used to be called temporary amnesia. He remembers leaving Arizona—his home state—and arriving in San Diego, but he denies remembering checking into or out of the hotel.
And this was a different era, Dear Reader. There were no Internet traces, there was no GPS, no security cameras to speak of. So, the next thing Myers knew, he was in Cabo San Lucas, where he fell in love with Sean Lung, a Canadian tourist. After four months, they moved to Palm Springs, later they moved to Canada—where Myers assumed a false identity and gave himself a fake degree from Princeton.
Well, things were good, right? Except, of course, for that little eight-year old girl who was crying and screaming for her daddy, who had been frolicking in luxury pools and resorts with his boyfriend. Then there’s the wife, who had to put her family back on its feet. And the aging parents, of course, who were still wondering where their child was.
At a certain point, Myers was declared legally dead, but never given a funeral or memorial service. So the family collected $800,000 from a life insurance policy—which didn’t give them back a father, but did take a bit of the sting out of the loss.
So the family had the money; then they got a shock. Because in 2007, Myers returned, still with the Canadian guy he had met in Mexico. His mother gave him a big hug and took him back immediately. The rest of the family?
Well, his brothers and sisters came around as well. But his wife stated that she thought the antichrist had returned. And the eight-year old?
Well, she had turned to alcohol and then poly drug abuse in her early teens. So she had kicked the pills and the booze, gotten her life together, and started a family. And no, she hasn’t seen her father and doesn’t want to. Here’s what she told ABC News.
"I know how much I love my children," Ruggiano, who was 8 when Myers vanished, told ABC News. "And if he loved me even half as much as I loved them, there would be no situation where he would ever think that it was okay to leave me."
And here’s more:
"I know a lot of [gay] people who would never do this and absolutely never blame it on their homosexuality," youngest daughter Kirsten Myers Ruggiano told ABC. "I don't believe that he is capable of love ... toward anyone but himself."
Here’s what Myers says:
"I'm sitting there, saying, 'You can do this and still go back. You can still do this and still be OK. Maybe a week. Maybe two weeks,'" he said.
So the question becomes—how much of Myers’s story is real? Do you buy in about the fugue state? And how do you get in and out of three different countries without legal ID? And is the pressure of living a lie and feeling that you are damned and possessed by Satan a sufficient excuse for abandoning a wife and five children? Myers said that he tried not to think of his kids—those 22 years he was on the lam—because it put him in a bad place. Probably, but not as bad as the place his kids were in.
Two thoughts occur to me—the first being that Myers never at any point told himself that he was going to disappear for 22 years. He believed he could go back tomorrow, or next week. And those tomorrows became 22 years, the way just one more drink becomes cirrhosis.
Second? Could it have happened to me? Had I had the pressures that Myers faced, could I have ended up in Mexico in the arms of a lover, forgetting my grieving family back home?
‘They’re going to be better off without me’—I told myself when I was going through that patch of drifting away. Did Myers reason the same thing? He wasn’t abandoning his family—he was in exile, or so he might have reasoned.
And is still in exile, as far as his kids are concerned. And his wife, as well. Oh, and the insurance company? 
They want their money back….

1 comment:

  1. One can't judge. Except society and bad religion -- we can judge them.

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