| Mmmm.......Bone Thugs and coffee on a Sunday evening.  |
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| I might as well get this shit out here since nobody uses this thing anymore anyway.
It sucks not seeing his cute little face come running toward the baby gate when I walk in the back door. It sucks knowing that my role in his life is being replaced by somebody else now. Only seeing him once a week at most does not allow me to sustain that role. Is that selfish of me to still want that? To be that person? He is still young enough to forget me if I turn away and never look back. Maybe that would be for the best but I just cannot bring myself to do it. The way he giggles when I chase after him just makes my heart melt every time and I don't want to lose that. If that makes me a "pussy" then so be it. I honestly don't give a shit anymore.
When you help raise a child from the age of 4 months to 2 years you can't just shut if off. It is incredibly amazing how something so small can become a part of your life and change it forever. I was ready to give up my future and any dreams I had to raise him into adulthood because he was more than worth it to me. Unfortunately things did not work out and I have to blame myself for a lot of it. I tried to fix things but maybe I just started too late. I don't know. The only thing I do know is that this sucks. It fucking sucks.
I love you kiddo, til the day I die.
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| Forum user "AfternoonSkulker" posted the following on the Post-Crescent.com forums:
"I've heard other people talking about a new
Great Depression possibly being the kick in the pants that the nation
needs, more socially than economically. Get people thinking about what
is truly important, recreate that greatest generation that ended up
fighting WW2.
Although I think that's a bit extreme, when people look back with
longing at that period, it really highlights the level of frustration
we have with where we are now."
I like that.
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| "I wish that there was something I could say to make things right." |
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| I love alcohol.
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