Five years? How can that be?
I’m angry that you are not here. I am angry that my Granddaughter will never know what it means to have you in her life. All that Hippy BS about carrying you forward and teaching her about you is just that, Hippy BS. The reality is that it fucking sucks that you are not here.
I’ve kept my promise. It has been tempting but I have not contacted him in years. I will be forever grateful that you made me promise to him out of my life and keep him out for good. He is still haunting my dreams. Thank you for loving me when I thought abuse was love.
I miss you.