So Fathers Day has come and gone & I was fortunate enough to spend it with the loves of my life - my 3 children. We went to the Market & I bought them treats - that’s kind of what a Daddy does. Of course the day had to end & that is always the hard part. When I drop them off at their full time home I’m reminded of everything that I had & have lost.
It’s hard to maintain a brave front all the time - just today I had to stop myself from breaking down in tears in front of them. Feel free to mock the guy who almost cried - I’m comfortable enough with myself that I can admit that.
It’s been increasingly difficult of late not to break down in tears on an almost daily basis. When I’m not working or with my kids I’m in my apartment watching a movie on my lap-top & hoping the neighbors wi-fi doesn’t boot me. I occasionally go for a walk & when I do it depresses me because I’m alone.
But that’s enough of a pity trip for this night - I’m trying to move on because I know that I am to blame. Yeah they say it takes two to tango - or fight in the case - but I’ve come to understand that I had a problem I let take control of my life. Now I’m working on moving forward - it’s just hard to do when your alone 80% of the time.
Now for no real reason - look a picture of me.