Once upon a time I would have said: I cannot believe I wasted so much time and effort on you. You are a weak little boy who almost sucked the life out of me simply because you became an insecure, aging, depressed, shell of the man I once thought you were. You stole my dreams forcing me to face again the harshness of the outside world in what should have been the sanctity of the home. I cannot believe I put up with years of living with you when you downplayed my accomplishments, dished out veiled insults, were so sensitive to any criticism that I walked on egg shells, and ultimately threatened to kill me. I am sickened and disgusted that I even let you into my life, much less touch me. Thank you for ruining my dreams and blowing up my life. I have no respect for you whatsoever and would never allow you back into my life. You will never see our fur children again. I hope you end up in the h*ll that you so richly deserve and would do anything in my power to help that along.
Oh and by the way, You are nothing more than a foolish old stereotype of the MLC man. I hope mentally impaired child enjoys the same old same old maximum 10 minutes of selfish sex you pass off for making love.
You look like the old man that you feared you were becoming, hairline receding to the crown of your head, wrinkles lining your face, eyes that appear dead when once they sparkled with whit and intelligence and cheeks so sunken in that your gum line is also receding. Nothing says old like forgetting everything from the location of your keys to our history.
You see, there is nothing unique any longer about you. Now you know why I would never call you hero as you so strongly desired.
But that is not the person I am now although all those things are true.
Today I would say to him:
You were once the most important person in the world to me, even more important than God or my inner self. I loved you with my whole heart, mind, body and soul. I am sorry that I could not help you with the pain and sadness when you were so good to me for so many years. Know that I treasure the memory of those years we had together, the fur babies, and the things we accomplished together. Each day I pray that you find the life you ran from me to pursue. I also pray that you become the man you could be one day. You are a brilliant man with much to offer the world. Bon chance and Good Bye.
if people won’t listen to you, there’s no point in talking to people. If they won’t listen, you’re just banging your head against a wall.
Sadly Ive used up all the time I had allotted to spend banging my head on the wall