Unforgiveable

He flew off to some war zone in the arsehole of nowhere, and left me to deal with her. I can’t believe he actually thought that I forgot. He thought I had forgotten how he had left us for months at a time. “It was my job” he says. Well, we all know that’s a load of crap. “That’s not fair” he says. No. How dare he say that’s not fair, what’s not fair is him abandoning me, abandoning her, for his work. His amazing appreciated photos. And then he retired and erased it from his memory and tried to erase it from mine. Cropped all the bad things out like one of his stupid pictures. I can’t bear to think of what else he’s hiding from me. He just makes me so angry. He was silent. For years he was silent but not anymore. I will make him speak whether it’s the last thing I do, no-one else is going to keep something from me ever again. And why won’t he help anyone if it isn’t benefiting him? He can’t even write a check book for god’s sake. They must have sent him another check book, they must have! In fact I’m going to go and look for it right now.