There was a time, a very long time ago, when my children were young
They needed me
We would go places and do things, like people do
And it was difficult sometimes, but we did it
For a while there, my life had some sort of meaning…
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I’m out of practice
Constantly at the end of my rope
Quitting because I can’t cope
Seems like I’m practicing intolerance
And getting quite good at it, I might add
Spending more time angry
Forgetting to be grateful
Making thoughtless choices
Perhaps in hopes one of them will make things better
Or end them completely
I hope you are well.
Missing you at the moment because we spent so much sexy time together and I could use a little right now…. My weekends have been desolate now that you’re gone.
Anyway, I do not expect or hope that you will reply. This is purely an email I need to write for catharsis because my Daddy is gone and I don’t have someone to talk to…
I quit my “real” job… My last day was yesterday. It feels good because, as you may remember, I felt that they were bullying me. Well, it turns out that they got stuff done by being mean – not something I like. I am less scared than I thought which is surprising as everything scares me any more. And now I am finding that I need validation – someone to tell me I did the right thing…
Good night, Mr. Mentor. I am grateful to you for the tools that you have given me. Be well, warm and safe. I hope you’ve found someone who makes you happier than I ever could. Your happiness is important to me.
Sincerely,
Fish
Smitten with Him 