"Mommy told me she's sorry for screaming at you."
“Mommy told me she's sorry for screaming at you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Yesterday.”
“But you were with me yesterday–”
“No!! Yesterday in the bathroom with mommy she told me, she's sorry she screamed at you.”
🤷♂️ I believe it.
She's the only one who doesn't lie to me.
I didn't need an apology.
Why can't the woman just talk to me?
Why can't anyone?
Without lying, I mean.
Just another day in fucked-up-world. Enjoying every second of this short life that we have together with my daughter.
I'm not the best at beef. It feels good to get angry sometimes. But it lasts like, 5 minutes.
Then I'm kinda like... Well, shit.
Got all hyped and it kinda feels like everyone wants me to kick someone's butt in the Astral.
I guess if anyone does piss me off enough, we'll see. I kinda prefer to just tell 'em off in person, put up that boundary, and keep it moving.
Maybe what I want to speak to the world isn't anything like that.
Maybe it's more how I'm able to shut the nonsense out and just keep it on God. That means my daughter. That means being here with her.
What else actually matters?
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