Reminding myself to breathe through the pain so as not to pass it on to my loved ones
Recognizing the pattern is the first step
I love gifts until I become attached to them and am forced to confront theirs and my own eventual decay
Anger derived from fear does not detract that it is still anger
No spiders in sight but lots of webs
Aye no more smoking for the boy because I have poor self control
Grumbling to let my loved ones know I’m unloveable
Way of the angry dad trying to be better
Using words to reveal anger as a mask of sadness as a mask of shame
This little piggy is growing up too fast!
I just hope I don’t rush her into a place she feels like she can’t escape from
Who cares about work when you have love to fuck up?