Anyway, A cried and told her dad that when she gets married, she didn't want a husband like him. Lest he gets killed over bad... uh... things. So that stopped R in his tracks. Here was his little girl telling him that she didn't want to marry someone like her dad. Ouch. R spent the rest of the night staring at our kids. What was he thinking, almost getting himself killed like that?
Man, you guys are pigs. When will you realize that the people that matter most are those that look up to you with innocent eyes (and no, it's not the **tch with you in bed)?
And so, R stares at his reflection in the mirror all day. I wonder if he realizes that it is not the face that makes the man. When all is said and done, the body dies but the legacy (what legacy???!) lives on.
Sigh.
Leave him. No need to play the martyr.
ReplyDeleteOk so my Dad wasn't hit by a train or something but he got battered and bruised when once eon ago, I told him... I'm never ever going to get married. He asked me then, why? I told him, because of men like you...he cried.
ReplyDeleteI know how your daughter feels, and how you certainly feel as I've been with my Mom on her sleepless and pain filled nights. There is no denying that this same pain filled my heart with so much anguish, questions and distrust. To this date, I am still praying that somewhere, somehow I will find someone wonderful and trustworthy... Not so like my dad... I'll pray for you especially for your daughter. God Bless! JJB
sana this time marealize niya na to do right things..
ReplyDeletei feel for you. am sorry but i have been reading your blog.. hope its ok.
And so, R stares at his reflection in the mirror all day. I wonder if he realizes that it is not the face that makes the man. When all is said and done, the body dies but the legacy (what legacy???!) lives on.
ReplyDeleteNice :)