While it is a rare occasion that I have to hold a conversation with you, whenever I do ( out of social duties/ norms) you never fail to show me why I avoid having any conversation with you.
One would think with such limited contact with a part of your own flesh and blood, you would savor the minutes and use them for connecting, but not you.
You would rather use the few precious minutes of phone contact with me to remind me of the narrow minded hate you tried to raise me in is no longer part of my life. You would rather spend your few words to tell me how LOVE is not normal, you would rather drive each nail deeper into the coffin of the death of any chance of you and I ever having an honest conversation ( as the relationship left decades ago).
Spewing your hate, assuming your assumptions and running your bigot mouth will not draw me toward your narrow minded walk of life, it will continue to drive me away, and over time … maybe I will stop contact all together. Fuck the father’s days, fuck your birthday and IF I have to see you at Christmas every other year in order to see my longsuffering loving mother, fuck if I sit down and try to make you feel like I give a shit.
