Now to the burial. A note I wrote to the Fucker last night. Maybe I will send it to him. Why the fuck should he get to sit there whilst I go thru the hell of what is now my existence. Day in day out I live with the hell while he counts off the days until he is free. Yes, free. I have been given a life sentence, while as of October that fucker can begin the process to life. Fuck him.
Bastard…
So, here I am cleaning out her room. It is like she has died. For it is a death I am mourning. As I search thru her things, I mourn the little girl. The little girl YOU denied me. I cannot the control the tears. The pain is soul crushing. The pastel hair ties. The ceramic cats. Little drawings of what should have graced my fridge. The empty diaries that she couldn’t write in. All the little mementos that she even bare to be in the same house with. Because it is tainted. Everything. You stole her childhood. From her. From me. The pain is so great it has distilled the hate. I can’t breathe. I just want to fall apart so badly right now. Instead, I have bury my little girl. For that little girl is gone forever. And now, I mourn.
