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Originally Posted by Spunky
I don't miss what I didn't have  |
Quote:
Originally Posted by Killswitch
Never take someone you love dearly for granted, because when they are gone, you'll hate yourself for it.
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When I was younger (im 31) I left home and just never came back. My parents were the all-american mom and dad, dinner every night at the table, family time on the weekends. When I got into the late teens, 16-17, I really grew away from them and for what they stood for. I started smoking weed, going to NORML conventions and was pretty much out of control. All they did was love me.
When I turned 18 I was in a band. We recorded an album and went on tour. My father taught me how to play when I was a kid. I had conversations with him while I was on the road where I was so fucked up I could hardly talk. All he could ever say was how proud he was and how much he loved me.
Same when I called him and told him I was getting married to a girl he'd never met. And the same when I called him crying at 4 in the morning to tell him I was getting divorced.
I haven't seen either of my parents in years. We talk all the time, but its been years. And I have no strings here anymore. Some friends, but... Ex hates me, I hate the house, neighborhood sucks, sold out in construction to my partners.
Its almost amazing how in the last two months I've gone from "this is my home" to "i want to go home", but this has been building up. It's time for me to go home.
You guys, I feel for you. I feel almost ignorant for the thread. I guess I just got what I needed though. Thank you.