I found out my dad’s been cheating on my mom. Apparently it’s been going on for over a year now. I have no idea how much money he’s spent on them, knowing that he can’t work cuz he’s sick.
I am disappointed and disgusted in him. I’m more upset for my mom than anything else though. She can’t leave him, he can barely walk by himself, it would be social suicide. I HATE him, and I wish I could tell someone, talk to someone about it but I don’t feel comfortable talking to anyone about this.
I cant wait till he’s dead. Then maybe my mom can find some sort of peace, or at least be freed from a man who doesn’t value her. Because after all we’ve been through with his health, surgery, rehabilitation, him relearning how to function like the man he claims to be, he still hasn’t stopped. My only solace is that he cant send them money anymore, all the finances go through mom.
There’s this guy,
His name is Dave.
He doesn’t know me and I don’t know him.
But I do know a little about him.
What little he’s shared - anyway.
He seems nice and lovely and kind.
He works hard and puts effort into what he does.
But we all know - those of us who’ve heard his songs - that the man we know hasn’t always had it easy
He has a dark past - a sunken place.
He has dark thoughts and sometimes they suffocate
him to the point where he needs to scream to let it out.
But he never lets that get to him.
I admire Dave,
because we’ve both been through some things.
I admire Dave because he’s had it worse than me,
but he’s still going.
I admire Dave because as far as I know he’s an admirable guy.
I hope one day I can meet him,
I hope one day I can be him,
but that’s probably not going to happen