Today is not like any other day. I find myself wondering about things in my life things I have done and that I have not done.
Again this may seem like an old man’s ramblings, but today is not like any other day. What brings me to this point , that is one of the questions I see. In my life I have done some great things, yet the things but I feel my greatest accomplishments are considered everyday tasks.
I would say my greatest achievement is being a husband to a wonderful woman and being a father to five children. Yet, the same achievement could also be one of my greatest failures.
My wife and I are separated, growing distant everyday. My oldest son ignores my existence, my second oldest in prison, mentally unstable, my third son, my step son doesn’t want anything to do with me, my two beautiful daughters fear me.
How can things that started so well come to this, that I do have an answer…
Vanity, I believed I was perfect and I knew it all, I did not honor my wife and did not respect her opinion, I imposed my will and tried to mold the kids into a television sitcom family, where the troubles of the world are solved in 22 minutes, 30 if you count the comercials.
It seems I worked myself into that painted corner where the pain will not dry. Trapped in the color of my delusional perfection.
I hope tomorro can be a brighter color than cloudy grey.