Hello, awesome readers!
I must admit, the response from y’all has been overwhelming. The love. The support. The encouragement. Someone even said it would be a healing process. Let’s see how that goes …
Dear Mr. What-Was-I-Thinking:
How long has it been since the last time we saw each other? 20 years? Longer? As I sit here writing this, I’m imagining that you’re a miserable old man by now. Probably because I remember you as a miserable young man. At what age did you turn from being a miserable young man to a miserable old man? Was it 45? 55? If I remember correctly, you were a few years older than me back then so I can only assume that you’re still a few years older than me.
I’m imagining that your body creaks with regret because remorse and guilt have settled into your bones. Well, you were young, and you made some bad decisions. We all make bad decisions when we’re young.
Am I rambling? Yes, I’m rambling. Perhaps because as I sit here writing this, I’m realizing that I have nothing to say to you. Unfortunately, you missed out on the girls’ lives.
Consequences can be a bitch. I hope you’re dealing well. Or something.
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