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A Tale That Wasn’t Right.



Our story isn’t finished. The fact that we respond to each other in the moments that matter. It means one day maybe there is hope to fix it. I don’t know how much trying I have left in me anymore. You’ve gotta come to me, my life doesn’t reach to you. That’s the status quo that’s where we stand right now. 


I’m enjoying my life and my adventures. And I wish so much for some of them that you and him were beside me, but that’s always going to be your choice not mine. I’m on your schedule. I just want to fix the things that went wrong. We should be a family not adversaries. I’m good with being at peace with you and I’m happy with my life and the way it stands.


I spent too much time chasing something else and I had nothing to show for it, so I’m happy with my place in life. I’m stable. You and him are the only things missing in my life. But I am not chasing half moments. All or nothing you made that clear. So will I.


It’s in your hands to fix this now. To fix the tale that wasn’t right.


I have always played by my own rules and followed my own path. Once you were part of that path. Once you should have stayed part of that path. I’d like us to find that again.


Our story isn’t over.



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