Day 6 – Control

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,courage to change the things I can,and wisdom to know the difference – The Serenity Prayer The Serenity Prayer has always struck a chord within me. It sums up, succinctly, one of my core foundations. No, I haven’t found religion. (Though my mother has, …

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Day 5

I am the son, and the heirof a shyness that is criminally vulgar.I am the son and heirof nothing in particular. I threw up in the parking lot at work yesterday as I was getting ready to leave, and then I sat in my car and cried for about ten minutes. She had let me …

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Silence

The silence is a terrible part of this. The loneliest part. She’s not loud (unless she’s around her family), but there was always some noise. Breathing behind me as she reads a book. Snoring softly on the pillow beside mine. Walking through the hallway. Singing in the kitchen. Maybe that’s why I blasted music until …

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Blame

When something goes wrong, it seems like everyone wants someone or something to blame. Maybe it’s in our nature to shift responsibility, to clear our conscience. I’ve been stewing on this for days now, and it would be so damned easy to blame Depression for my actions, blame my father for being a role model …

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Separation, Day 2

After I posted yesterday’s entry, I emailed my wife for permission to write about this on here, because writing has always helped me organize my thoughts. She replied this morning with “I don’t mind if you publish it… but at least tell the truth… I know you voice chatted with her.” Yup. I lied. A …

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Separation

Before I dust off this blog, and start a new chapter in my life’s story, I want to make it very clear to the readers that I’m not the hero in this tale. I’m not the good guy in this story. Consider yourselves warned. Here there be monsters. A few hours ago, I got the …

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I was going to clean off the refrigerator today, but I put it off because there’s eight million of those little fucking poetry magnets all over the thing. Instead, I got out my sketchbook, completely unaware of what I was going to doodle, and the image you see above is what happened. Today is a …

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