Why?

Why now?

After all this time?

If your answer is Always, I truthfully want to hit you so hard in the face that your head spins out of your shoulders and takes off to outer space.

Don't lie, I hate it when you do it. Specially cause you are not that good at it.

I never wanted any of this to happen, I just wanted peace in my mind and my soul. Is that a lot to ask?

You placed in me a responsibility that was not mine to take. You wanted to assign me your piece of mind, you wanted me to save you. And I did, for sometime, I did it. I loved having that responsibility, I loved it because it made me feel superwoman, flawless and perfect.

But I am not, I have flaws (hundreds of them) and when I looked at myself and saw my old bloody self again I felt horror, true horror, because what I saw was an almost dead person.

And all of this happened so fast that not even you were able to reverse the horror growing in me, and you did a final act that would set a series of unfortunate events in motion that would end up with you leaving.

Nothing to be done there, it died, cause of death: stupidity and lack of communication.

Not that any of this really matters it is just me putting out there this whole feeling after your call.

I am pretty sure you will never read this, god I hope you don't, I think you have enough on your plate without me in the picture, I hope you and your brother are happy, I wish you all the best wolf/demon.

Be happy, for your son. He deserves a happy father.