Recovery

One word that can mean so many things.

Recovery from surgery.

Recovery from debt.

Recovery from drinking.

Recovering your life.

Luckily for me, I have a lifeline. People who care for me. People who support me through my struggles...not that I've been "struggling" at all lately. These people deserve my best, a true effort to acheive a life worth living.

Everyone except my father...and I use the term "father" loosely.

The man has only ever been a part of my life on a financial level anyway. Emotion is not something that exists in his life. It's not logical. It has no purpose.

..and now he won't even be there financially.

My landlord is a half-breath away from evicting me. I haven't been able to work in well over a month because of my surgery. Workers Comp is giving me the run around. I haven't received a check from them in several weeks...and when it does come it won't cover even half of my bills. I have over $8,000 in credit card debt.

So what good is the man to me anymore? Why should I keep him in my life? You want to judge me? You think you're better than me? Stronger than me? Take a good, long look in the mirror pal. I can guarantee you won't like what you see.

Unfortunately, they're your genes I carry within me. Your disease. Your weakness.

To say you were an absent father would be a GROSS understatement...except where your belt was concerned.

It's painfully obvious that the "Almighty Dollar" means more to you than your own flesh and blood.

It always has been.

You know it.

I know it.

I have no place left in my heart for you.

...and MOST DEFINITELY not for that self-righteous, moral compass, "Holier than thou", self-serving, sticks-her-nose-in-where-it-doesn't-belong, maniacal BITCH you call a "wife"...she has no place on this PLANET.

Close your eyes woman.

Take a good, long look at the big picture.

Try to see something other than yourself.

I've written you out of my life before.

It's time I do it again.