I knew you both way back when. The hot-shot lawyer and his beautiful girlfriend, the social worker. Soon to be your fiancé.
You were both so young and new in your careers and ready to take on the world.
I have to admit. I thought you were an odd pair. There was a little bit of me who thought you were gay. Just like me. Soon you were married, and we were all happy for you.
Late one night there was a knock on my door. There she stood on my porch. Tears in her eyes. There had been a fight. You called her a cunt and told her to get the hell out. I opened my door and let her in. She spent the night on my couch, and when I woke in the morning, she was gone.
We all remained friends through the years. Eventually we moved in different directions but still stayed in touch. But then we lost touch.
Fast forward several years. I find her on Facebook. You have 2 children together and you are divorced. She and I reconnect like no time has passed. You and she have two beautiful children. A boy and a girl. I hear horror stories about the drinking and the abuse. Emotional and physical. Now I hate you. How can you do that to three beautiful souls?
Five years after reconnecting on Facebook, she and I are married. You are living your life alone. Bitter and unhappy.
I have been through the tears and the anger. The depression and the anxiety. Counselors and psychiatrists. Therapy and medications. All to combat the damage you caused.
I may not be a man, but I am ten times the man you are. I love my family and I will do anything to protect them. From you or anyone else. No more Christmases hiding in a hotel because you are drunk and raging and feeling sorry for yourself. Do you remember that?
We’re all doing well now. Life is good and we are a family. An unconventional family, according to some, but a family nonetheless. We are not looking back. We are full of love and a bright future and happy endings.