Gone...
They had finally reached the end of the broken road they had been traveling down for so many years. He couldn’t believe this was it, after all the late night arguments, and the late night talks to fix them. She meant everything to him; he was everything to her-both of them too prideful to speak it. There he was, sitting awake after what had seemed like an eternity. All he had left to do was stare at the empty walls, the empty spaces and think. “I’m tired of your shit Damien, I’m tired of us not being in this together.” She said she was tired of it, he hadn’t done anything wrong. What she would never admit is that she left him ultimately because he wanted to keep the baby and she didn’t. They had talked about it so many times before. “I’m not stable enough to raise a child and neither are you. You and I both know this isn’t a good time in our life to raise a child and start a family. We just aren’t ready for it D, another time will come.” She almost had him convinced. Another time will come…but what if it doesn’t? What if something goes wrong and this is the only child I’m able to have? Or what if I just can’t shake the feeling that I would have had a son but it wasn’t “a good time in our life”. He sat back in the chair with my glass of whiskey, looking at his beautiful new born son asleep on the mat. He had no idea that his parents weren’t together, or what was going on around him at all. He just lay there so peaceful and calm. There seemed to be a glow around him and looking at him could pull all of the worries away for a few seconds.
I stood up quickly and walked to the kitchen. Pouring my glass of whiskey down the sink, I made my mind up I was going to face my problems and get through all of this. Whether it was the right time in my life or not, I was a father and I was going to act like it. I threw the rest of the bottle away. I had a lot to be grateful for. I had so many things that mattered more than anything she could have taken away from me.