Another day
I'm the biggest fucking loser on the planet at this moment. As I close the door and step inside, my guts are churning. Just stepping inside tears me up. What should be the easiest thing in the world has become like a knife in my guts. The goodbyes get harder every time. Little boys shouldn't cry so much. Little boys should be happy-go-lucky, tough as spit, and ready to take on the world. Every car ride shouldn't be so sad. I shouldn't hear him wailing as his mom pulls away. Will this ever get easier? I don't know if I'm making it harder or easier by walking away, but it hurts like hell every time. Give it time, I hear. Tell him it's okay to be sad. Tell him he can be happy for the time we had together. Call me tonight. We can talk about your day. Oh, hell. I've lost all. I sit in solitude, and the tears won't even come anymore. I'll schedule my tears for tomorrow when I have tears to give. I'm all out today. I went to sleep cryin...