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Are You Enjoying and Making The Most of “The Passage of Time?”
If you think about it, that’s all life is. What are you doing with it?
I was sitting at my ex’s house the other day; she and I were drinking. We were doing what we usually do when we decide;
“Why the fuck not? Let’s give this shit storm another chance.”
We generally make dinner together, but not so much anymore. I seemed to annoy her in the kitchen when she used to love it. The relationship has run its course with betrayal, deceit, lies, manipulation, verbal abuse, and the whole nine yards.
After dinner, we generally argue about a Netflix movie we can’t find or how shitty the one is that we found. All while, we continue to sip beverages into the night faking a relationship that ended years ago.
I am really starting to disgust myself. I am a binge-drinking, bitter asshole writing about the misery I live while I keep volunteering for the madness. I look at what people I allow to stay in my life and what I have become.
I begin to drift off, and the resentment starts to build but not with her, me.
I keep telling myself I’m going to take my focus off her and redirect it back onto me, but I never do. Well…