It’s five days until Christmas.
I haven’t had any contact with you guys since September. I stopped trying to text you in November.
I’m thinking less and less about you guys.
Remember after the divorce I used to tell you guys my number one fear was you forgetting me? It’s happening. You’re forgetting me and I’m forgetting you.
The older I get the less memories I hold. I still have Facebook photos but I turned off the ‘Memories’ feature a couple years ago because it hurt to be reminded of what used to be.
I have a handful of pics of you guys on my phone, including the last pics I took of you a few days before we told you about the separation. You’re both holding the new cat we got you. I don’t remember the cats name.
My forties and part of my fifties were when I had kids. Today I feel like I don’t have kids.
It’s been easier for me to not have contact with you because it hurt too much to hear you say things like..
“I’m not interested in seeing you” (Trey)
“Do I have to come to the visit next month” (Sydney)
“You’re a hard person to like” (Trey)