Someday Ill Get Over It
My dad will be here in...35 minutes. Oddly enough the last one I wrote in here, was 35 minutes AFTER my birthday :-p. Anyways, My dad is coming. Im meeting him at Dysarts by myself. My sister normally goes with me. Hes a truck driver. I never see him. Its so long in between our visits, that its like seeing him for the first time, everytime.
He comes bearing money. Thats all hes good for. And even then, he isnt all that great. I love him though. God only knows why.
My dad lives with this woman, he has for like 10 years... her names Billy Jo... god I hate her. Obviously, the feeling is mutual. She tries to keep my dad from seeing me. Sometimes I wish she was successful.. then old wounds WOULD heal. Instead of always being reopend.
18 years, and I still cry everytime he gets back and the truck and drives away.
Im the definition of emptiness.
He comes bearing money. Thats all hes good for. And even then, he isnt all that great. I love him though. God only knows why.
My dad lives with this woman, he has for like 10 years... her names Billy Jo... god I hate her. Obviously, the feeling is mutual. She tries to keep my dad from seeing me. Sometimes I wish she was successful.. then old wounds WOULD heal. Instead of always being reopend.
18 years, and I still cry everytime he gets back and the truck and drives away.
Im the definition of emptiness.