Fix it.

Once upon a time there was this guy who came into my crazy world and he calmed my soul.
He was beautiful, spiritual, loving and he taught me how to trust again.
He taught me how to see the bad in people and to still love.
He taught me that you get hurt and you dust yourself off.

The other night, I found a letter he wrote me.  To say I cried was understatement.  The love he had for everyone around him was amazing. The forgiveness he had was endless.  His love for me was special and there was never a time I ever felt alone, even when the miles kept us apart.

Now…where is he? Not for me…we parted ways years ago.  Where is he for his children?

If he stumbles across this, let it be known that you have turned out to be less of a man than DA.  Your son and daughter need you and you checked out.
Remember that prayer outside of that cabin where you asked for answers on how to coparent in the worst time of your life and you got the answer? God said, ‘be there, be there together for your children’.   Glad to see you listened then, but where are you now?

What we shared was amazing and I took all that I learned from our time together and took it with me into my second marriage and I struggled like fuck to get along with his first ex-wife and dear God in heaven I wanted to run her over in the car and stab her with dull knives, but I did it…I figured out a way not to kill her.
I did it because there were SIX kids that needed 4 parents.   And now, even though that marriage is over, I still have his ex-wife over for dinner and take a child that wasn’t my step-child and treat him with all the love that I have in me.   There isn’t a day that doesn’t go by that I don’t talk to her and check in on my step kids…STEP KIDS…kids from a marriage that failed…but that doesn’t make me any less a parent to them.
You have two kids and you checked the fuck out.

I’m done.