I don’t hate you but I’m done. I am tired. Angry. Pissed off and to say the least, just plain disappointed. You were to be different. You were to be more than. But…. you are only you and I am only me. I deserve better! I know this. While I go thru the process to realize I deserve more once again… I reflect… I have been here before. I have hoped and dreamed and believed and expected. I am exhausted from the work of expectation. From the challenge of trust. From the desire for the dream to be a reality. I am alone except for MY God. That’s who was there when I took my first intake of air. His promise is to be there after my last exhale.
To my brother… I pray for your soul.