Memories Of NIGHTMARE

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I was an absent father. I left my daughter for a reason. She was mean, she was cruel and I’m not going to spend 24 hours a day sleeping in bed next to a woman that tries to poison me.

There is nothing worse than sleeping next to a woman that hates you. You wake up and she hates you. You go to sleep and she hates you and when you are sleeping she is thinking of ways to hate you even more.

Now imagine that woman is your daughter? That’s the kind of person my daughter became.

I’m not going to apologize for it either. I could apologize but it would be meaningless, just words on paper as if I was trying to convince myself that what happened is something that can be fixed with an apology. Or maybe I’m terrified of angering her more.

No matter what happens, people have a way of wandering back into our lives no matter how much we try to push them away, whether they come back as friends or enemies, whether it’s in this life or the next, whether they are memories or nightmares...

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