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Diner was calm. The tv off not on. We sat there like statues. Pretending everything was fine. Yes pretending was something you've always been good at dad. I knew you lost your job. I knew your car capped out. Never once did I speak. You knew I had relationship problems. You knew I was becoming sicker. Yet never once did you speak. You were a homophobe. You didn't want to believe half of it. I didn't want to see your life go downhill. Especially now. So to ease the tension, I picked up the baby and got in the Prius and drove to my girlfriends house. Just for you I kissed her like there was no tomorrow. I'm sorry. Me too. The baby cooed. She smiled gently. Yes everything was okay. But at the same time it wasn't. I guess that's alright. At least I have her and I'm still alive. The tiny life will keep her company when I'm gone. The tiny life will need her when I'm gone. I can't be sad. Looking back on the life I had. A happy, for the most part, family. Beautiful baby girl. Beautiful significant other. Beautiful childhood. Surrounded by beauty. Yeah life was good.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
Dinner
Diner was calm. The tv off not on. We sat there like statues. Pretending everything was fine. Yes pretending was something you've always been good at dad. I knew you lost your job. I knew your car capped out. Never once did I speak. You knew I had relationship problems. You knew I was becoming sicker. Yet never once did you speak. You were a homophobe. You didn't want to believe half of it. I didn't want to see your life go downhill. Especially now. So to ease the tension, I picked up the baby and got in the Prius and drove to my girlfriends house. Just for you I kissed her like there was no tomorrow. I'm sorry. Me too. The baby cooed. She smiled gently. Yes everything was okay. But at the same time it wasn't. I guess that's alright. At least I have her and I'm still alive. The tiny life will keep her company when I'm gone. The tiny life will need her when I'm gone. I can't be sad. Looking back on the life I had. A happy, for the most part, family. Beautiful baby girl. Beautiful significant other. Beautiful childhood. Surrounded by beauty. Yeah life was good.
A story about a woman who is dying
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
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