I know you’re no worse than most men but I thought you were better. I never saw you as a man. I saw you as my father.
It took me a long time to realise
That mothers are women who carry you
And not necessarily in their womb.
Everything’s temporary…until it’s not.
…we should be grateful for them because without our family-the ancestors we descend from, the cousins we see once a year, the loves our lives we see every day-life is pretty boring.
She knew her place in this family, always had. Knew why she was conceived. And it wasn’t for a photo on the mantle.
Keep one thing in your mind; your school & friends can never teach you properly ,”how to be a good husband & father.
Life is filled with rhythms-day and night, hot and cold, summer and winter, spring and fall, cloudy and clear. Likewise in a relationship, men and women have their own rhythms and cycles.
She pictured a dandelion gone by, the white, almost airless pieces of her family scattered so far.
What matters right now is this: we’re each of us standing here, together, alive, together.
I’m as vulnerable as anybody to the toxicity of the American nuclear family. But I wouldn’t call it disease or moral failure as much as I would point the finger at a system that grinds people down like a metal file. Who doesn’t need a drink? Who isn’t going to crack and lash out at the people they love?