returning home is never easy.
i am venturing back to south jersey/philly again for my final goodbye to my father. he leaves for prison in 10 days. i cant believe all these years of me posting about his leaving, the time has finally come. i feel like i want to cry but for some reason i can't. i literally cant cry over this anymore. its a strange feeling. who knows what the situation is going to be when i get there.. will he be upset? will he be drunk? will he be angry? im not sure. im not even sure if he is even going to be home those days.
at least i can say, i was there...even if he is not physically or mentally there. i was.
i dont have many people to talk to about this matter. my boyfriend is there for me but he can only relate to this as much as anyone else could. not many people i know have a father leaving for prison. sure, it happens to some, but how come none of those people are people i know?
at least i can say, i was there...even if he is not physically or mentally there. i was.
i dont have many people to talk to about this matter. my boyfriend is there for me but he can only relate to this as much as anyone else could. not many people i know have a father leaving for prison. sure, it happens to some, but how come none of those people are people i know?