Merry Fricken Christmas...
After my parents separated, my mom lived in a small house down by the lake. That year on Christmas morning, my dad came over and we had our last quasi-family Christmas together. My dad handed my mom a wrapped box. It had a big blue boiling pot in it. When she lifted the lid, there were a million little peices of paper that said, "I Love You."
I don't remember what her reaction was.
He didn't want it to end.
But he didn't fight hard enough to get her back.
It kinda makes me wonder what my life would have been like had they worked things out and stayed together.
I don't remember what her reaction was.
He didn't want it to end.
But he didn't fight hard enough to get her back.
It kinda makes me wonder what my life would have been like had they worked things out and stayed together.