I imagine one day that you will come clean. Look inside yourself and uncover the damage and pain that once was hidden and then slowly festered like an abscess. I fantasize and visualize the scene. Your sincere apology for letting your wounds bleed out until they killed my trust. Your realizations of the love you lost. Your enlightened self-awareness of your sheer selfishness and self-absorption. Your chaste chagrin for your failure as a father. Your road to redemption and reconciliation regarding their relationship with you.
But the package remains sealed. Locked tight and unexamined. Returned to sender.
This one is as raw as it gets. It’s been a funky week where the poison of the past took up rent in my head. Time for an eviction notice to be served!