It was 45 years ago today that you were born, and a Monday, and we were home in time for Thanksgiving. And you were loved and wanted. I have always loved you and wanted the very best for you.
Your roads and decisions have not been the same as mine, we view so many things so very differently and have lived our lives so very different. I hope you are happy, that the coming years bring you peace and happiness and joy.
I don’t regret having you, or doing the best I could to be a good parent, I don’t mind the times I went without so you could have the very best I could provide and I have gotten through all the pain and hurt you have caused and moved foreword with my life.
You told me to get out of your life and stay out years ago and I did that, and I continue to do that. It’s been working well for me, and I haven’t found any reasons to try and build any bridges. You chose to burn them down and I am and have been, for years, quite willing to leave it that way.
But 45 years ago, you were the most important person in my life, and today, on your birthday I do wish you happiness.
