The Long Road Ahead
Never would I’ve thought I'd be a divorced father. Being raised by single mother, I tried my best to do things the right way.
What is the right way? The way the general public agrees with or what’s right to me?
Nights get lonely. Days get short. The circle of life, I asked her to marry me, then I told her, I didn't. I’m often told, “You need to get back out there, have some sex, get “turnt”…. I don’t want to. Sex is a temporary band aid for a deeper wound. What about tomorrow? It's been a year and it feels like two weeks.
Some people get a common cold and die from it. Some never heal from the trauma. I’m somewhere near the common cold.
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“Everybody's world is in color, except for mine.
I catch myself staring into the void. Replaying memories. Who’s fault? Mine, I have the shoulders to bear it. The simple things I took for granted, holding hands, kisses on the cheek, hugs. I used to despise saying “I love you” after every phone call, now, it's all I want to hear.
I wear a mask.
The nice clothes, clean cut, soft cologne. It's all for show. The man underneath, crying. They say it takes a third of the time to recover from a relationship. 15 divided by a third is 5. Hell, no. If I' still in this state 5 years from now, give me a hook to the body.
I need to focus. Something new. A career change. Idle minds = the devil’s playground, and all. Just engulf in a trade. The road ahead is a lonely one. I have to let it burn and rise from the fire. If I don’t……
