P.O.S.
(My son picked out the picture)P.O.S....That is what I feel like right now.
Where did I loose touch of what was important? Better yet, why? Tonight I read L's blog (for the first time in a couple weeks) and I have to admit, I felt like a P.O.S. I mean, I knew she was feeling very stressed out the last couple weeks, hell we all have, but I had no idea the true way she was feeling.
What does that say about our relationship you may ask...the fuck if I know. I think it means that I have lost track of what is really important to me. But what have I replaced it with, nothing that I can think of. That's even worse, am I turning into my dad? That's my biggest fear as a person. Literally, everyday I wake up and one of my objectives is to not be like my fuckin' P.O.S. father. That bastard left a wife of over 20 years, and 3 kids ages 5 , 10, and 15...for what, a fuckin' korean whore(I sincerely apologize for the slander).
Alright now I'm pissed...and rambling. I'll spare you all the psycho-babble-bullshit...at least the rest of it.
Quote de jour: "One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation." Oscar Wilde
posted by Big T @ 6:25 PM
1 Comments:
At 7:20 AM,
Laura said…
Honey, you will never be like your dad. You are an awesome dad and TK loves you so much! He was so sad the whole time you were gone.
And me, I love you with all of my heart. You are my other half. I felt that way for one day back in April and then not again. I was probably in one of my silly girly moods. I am crazy in love with you.
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