Well, Family Day has come and gone. A statutory holiday in the Province of Ontario designed for families to spend time together.
A grand idea and well enjoyed by many.
I enjoyed Family Day with my lady and her kids. It’s brilliant to have everybody together to just enjoy each other. I love my lady and am somewhat devoted to the kids. It’s a ‘happy families’ kind of life.
But then.
Then I remember the hole left in my soul from the loss of my uncle this past week.
But, that’s part of life. The living must push forward and embrace the future.
Then I remember being shunned by my extended family. How my own father wouldn’t shake my hand at his brother’s funeral.
But, that’s part of life. When the disease of addiction controls your life, you’re likely to burn bridges. Bridges that just can’t be rebuilt no matter the amount of recovery you achieve.
Then I find out there are lies being spread about me to my lady’s kids. Vicious, horrible lies. Things I can do nothing about.
But, that’s part of my life. A life with a past so poorly lived that I know sooner or later the past catches up with me.
The lies are being spread by my lady’s ex and his squeeze. People selfish enough to tear apart two families. People who feel superior by trying to make others feel inferior. We’ve discussed these lies with the kids and they acknowledge their father is lying to them. They know those two people are just trying to drive a wedge into our family.
They understand.
What they don’t know is I’m trying to escape a past where some of those lies may have been closer to the truth. It’s obvious they’ve done some research into my past and are trying to leverage that.
But, I’m not him any longer.
If I were, things would turn out much worse for these idiots.
Family day.
I enjoyed it with our little family.
Next year will be better.
bradcurtis68 