I became my dad yesterday.
I'm riddled with guilt and insufferable sadness
The abused became the abuser.
I didn't lash out with voilence or anything
I gave the look. I said the words
The violent devastating words that hurt more than the worst beating.
I made my son feel small and dejected.
He didn't meet my expectations.
I was ashamed... my stupid arrogance got the better of me.
My puffed up pride.
I thought I had transcended from this place.
I saw the moment of who he would be, who he could be, the lights, the glamour, the stories to write, the awards to win.
But he couldn't take the step, he didn't want to.
I couldn't force him.
And I was so disappointed.
I should have behaved differently.
I should have been better
I could have. But I walked away, washed my hands.
All these years of running and fighting to not be this.. this rotten bad seed.
Here I am standing in the same place.
Today is new, and I start over and realize how much further I have to go.
That I never took the step.
I didn't want to.