Victory or failure. This is where it ends for me. Either i get my family back or I walk away with my hand still in. These all options im prepared to accept at the end of this moment. If the door is open, I will honor her memory, I will honor them, the way I always should have. She's not wrong, in every moment I should have fought harder. I'm fighting now. And I am never giving up. I'm not a good person, but im trying to be and I know im antisocial and I don't play well with others. I know exactly how bad company i can be when im sitting at a bar with someone that wouldn't eat at my table. I tried to forgive I truly did. The best I can offer is to be fucking civil and help. I owe her that. She was good to me. But respect goes a long way and I know when its not there. And I dont even care if you love me, hate me, or tolerate me, you will fucking respect me. When you don't, you dont exist. And you dont respect the ones I care the most about including most innoc...
I hate that you hurt and all I can do to help you with that pain is just be here at your side when its wanted. I cant fix you easily but im trying. I am here. I will always be here. Thats not ever in question. That was proven today. Moment's notice. I'm sad, I was there tonight. But you needed me to be. So did he. Wherever we go from here. Yoire aware of where i stand. You hurt, I'm where I said id be, right beside you. Always. I wish I could take all your pain away and absorb it into myself, and heal you. I'm trying.