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Red Water (Christmas Mourning) IV



It’s been a long time since you were a person that I merely cared enough about to simply not want you to stop breathing. However with each following disappointment from every damn attempt I ever make. I’m convinced that it is easier for me to fly solo on my path and consider you dead and gone anyways. There are days I think all I am is your albatross.  And you’ve placed that around my neck because it’s all that you have left to hold onto. That’s unfair. You had and made your choice. Now I’m the least worse option and you’re keeping me on fucking standby? Homie don’t play dat. 


I tried, I tried for you and I tried for my kid. I always answer the phone and I always listen, but I wish you would understand how much of that is based on a promise and why I can’t never not answer. But that would require you to be empathetic and actually care about my fucking feelings. I didn’t know I had any feelings. They usually get so buried within that I don’t reveal any of my playing cards.


I think I may be on my last hand. And it’s aces and eights. The table was set for four. 


This isn’t about victory anymore. You already won a long long time ago. This was just about our son and being a family one last time. You’re actions will always speak much much louder than words. I’m a possession, just like him.


The saddest thing this year. I never expected you to show up. But I really really hoped that you would. 


But it’s just another move in our life long chess game. You can’t lose, and I won’t let you win. It’s always been about the queens gambit. So we remain stalemated. Forever. 


Your actions  proved that it’s all talk. Smoke and mirrors. I had fun anyways. You weren’t what was missing at Christmas dinner and you never will be. I may love you, and I have to live with that albatross around my neck for the rest of my life that it’s complicated. But I love him without question, I always will he’s my son. But it’s your choices. Remember that the one morning when I don’t pick up the phone.


There is no magic to my life anymore. I go to Niagara every time trying to recapture some of that and everytime I come home feeling defeated. One day I will quit trying. Soon.


I tried kid. I will always try to do the right thing for you. But it’s not my selfish decisions that take these epic moments away from us. 


Merry Christmas. I love you both. Hope you’re having a good holiday. 


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