Shoeboxes and Memories

Your birthday came and passed and I swore I would not think of you. I found some old pictures in a shoebox in the closet and I did not cry. I still can’t let them go though. I keep them to show my kids your face. So that they will know you abandoned us.

To show them the eyes and mouths like mine and the hair the color of us. To tell them all the ways their daddy is not like mine was. To teach them how a man should love, should be, should act. You’re a lesson now.

It’s been five years since we’ve spoken. Five years. Let that sink in. Five years since you’ve abandoned me and tried to make yourself the martyr. Since you created your false family and held steady to your false beliefs that I was the one who was wrong.

What a loss you have suffered. I hope it keeps you up at night, you narcissistic fool. All that you have lost and are still yet to lose. I don’t even miss you, and that is so sad.

Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Grief, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Parenting, PTSD

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