it’s been a year

since we’ve spoken to each other.

you look the same.  but worse.  older.  decrepit.  

I knew you were there in the same place as me.  All you could do is look at me.  Not just once.  Twice.  But three times.  

You bastard.  You fuck.  You ultimate god damn loser.  Look at that piece of shit you’re with.  She’s going to eat you alive.  She’s a parasite.  She’s cancer.  She’ll kill you.  You’ll die…and she’ll feed on what’s left.   

I cannot believe that you’re more unwilling to admit that I’m your son…than admit that cancerous pile of excrement is your wife.  You created me.  You helped raise me.  You taught me things.  And you abandoned me.  

Well…In turn; I abandon you.  I won’t forgive you, and I won’t forget you.  I’ll use you as fuel.  If that’s all you’re worth…so be it.  

How dare you look at me.  Not once; but three times…and shake your head.  As if..I’m the reason you are who you are.  How pathetic.  Do you know who I am?  Do you care?  About me…my wife…my family?  Any one of your grandchildren?  

Why should you…they’re not even yours.  You never gave a fuck about them in the first place.  They are as dead to you as you are to them.  As you are to me.