I’m on my couch, the Bix at my side, the premiere of the series “Taken” on TV, working on the #FVS24 campaign… a day in the life for Duke the Dane. I stayed home from work sick (actually sick, guys, not faking it!), eating food from the local health food store that really tastes like crap but I didn’t want to go to the big store, so I chose the “emotionless pit” store.
But weirdly, I can only think one thing.
I hate you.
I hate you all in the world. I hate that this didn’t happen to you. I hate you when you fight with the person you love. I hate when you take it all for granted.
This is who I am today. I’m full of hate.
I went to therapy and was positive. I love the social media plan we’re doing at work. But the undercurrent is hate.
I hate that you don’t have to go through this.
Yesterday, I said I am glad to take this burden for you. That I would hold it for you so you could be happy and love. All of you.
Today, I hate.
That is grief.
I cannot explain it. I don’t even try.
I look at pictures of Adam and remember every detail. What his earlobes felt like. That’s what I’m stuck on today. His earlobes with the hoop earrings. He only took them out this year because of the CT scans and shit. No metal.
That is weird. I don’t hate his earlobes. I love them.
I hate you.
2 thoughts on “Hate”
I hate that my only option is a simple Like. I just would like to thank you for your post because it was brutally honest.
Thank you for this one, too.