Found by Tatum O'neal

come get me?” Sean was stranded on La Cienega Boulevard, not far from the restaurant. I ran downstairs to get my car.
    I was livid. The last thing I wanted, especially on Sean’s birthday, was for him to experience anything like I had experienced as a child. I wasn’t going to hold my tongue just because we had some TV deal. I called my father and said, “You promised. You promised you would not attack or hurt my son! You are a monster and I hate you!” The past slammed into the present, and out spilled years of pent-up rage. He couldn’t get away with this. Not anymore.
    â€œI hate you,” I screamed. “You and your fucking gross problems.”
    Before he could respond, I hung up the phone, so angry I couldn’t stop shaking. Ryan had already threatened to quit the show over much smaller issues. I knew he would quit for real this time. Well, so be it. No TV show was worth the destruction to my family and me. I’d come to him—and to the project—determined to love him until he could love himself, but as it turned out, that was easier said than done. It was over. We were over. All that work and effort—it had been thrown out on La Cienega with his grandson.
    Twenty minutes later, Sean and I arrived back at my apartment and talked about what had happened. Sean and my father have plenty in common. Sean is careful and methodical. He keeps his stuff neat, just like Ryan. They both like sports. They were a good roommate match for a while. But the moodiness I had witnessed in my father had gotten worse since I had left the beach house. There wasn’t anything Sean could do right. Sean felt as though he was trying to stay out of Ryan’s way, but no matter what, he was still underfoot. Perhaps this was why I sensed they were both edgy when they arrived at the restaurant.
    According to Sean, the fight was triggered by a discussion Sean, his stepsister Ruby, and I had at dinner about the fact that Sean didn’t want to appear on the upcoming TV show. Sean felt that the show should be about me and my father; it was, after all, subtitled “Ryan and Tatum.” It was our business, our relationship, not his. I understood that and had no need to bring him into it. But, for whatever reason, Ryan seemed to take Sean’s decision as a rejection. At the time, this was the only explanation I could come up with. In any case, Ryan had overheard Ruby, Sean, and me talking. He waited until Sean got in the car, then turned around and said, “Tell me right now you’re not going to be in the show.”
    Sean said, “I’m not going to be in the show, Grandpa.”
    Ryan said, “Get out of my car.” This baffled me. Why did Ryan need Sean to participate? What did it mean to him that Sean chose not to? Why had Ryan thrown Sean out of the car? As far as I was concerned, people don’t leave their grandchildren in the middle of La Cienega Boulevard. Period.
    As predicted, soon after I yelled at him on the phone, Ryan sent me a text saying to tell the people at Endemol that he had quit the show. I texted back, “If you want to quit, please do it yourself.”

Chapter Eleven
Cause and Effect
    WITHIN A FEW days I found Sean an apartment a couple of blocks from mine. I was relieved that he was finally out of Ryan’s house, but devastated that everything we’d worked for had fallen apart. We hadn’t even begun filming, and the show had already changed everything. This wasn’t Paper Moon —we weren’t a movie star in his prime and an eight-year-old girl who hung on his every word. The show was about us, as flawed adults, and it forced all of our issues to the surface in an unnatural way. It made Ryan tense and uncertain, so he lashed out at Sean. It weakened me, because now we shared a commitment. The show was a documentary but was already affecting how we lived. Was it all a huge mistake?
    Was Ryan capable of being the father I