In my stories, he's dead.
Maybe he just left.
Or they got divorced.
But in some way or another,
He's dead to me.
Now, don't think that's how I feel in real life.
Because I do love him.
He influenced my taste in music.
He taught me that math could be competitive.
He got me hooked on collecting Hello Kitty.
He wasn't there when I graduated high school
Because god damn,
High school nearly killed me.
He wasn't there when I turned 18
Or when I got my license
Or my first job
Or when she died.
He wasn't there.
And he never is.
You see, he was supposed to raise me.
But when the man is only here for three months at a time
Or a year,
He tends to miss the big moments.
And those are the moments I'll never get back
And the ones he'll never be a part of.
