buhi
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Post by buhi on Jan 6, 2017 0:01:47 GMT 7
I am a man. Wow. Do I have any children? Did I carry them inside me? Did I bare the pain of giving birth? Did I care as a mother cares? Perhaps, but in a different way. Step son and son, both born of her. Brothers, flesh and blood.
Son and step son rivals, Well they were. Something has changed, I hope. It happened after I hugged my step son. Strange moment. I knew I had to let him know. Words, Fck we do not speak the same language and I the player of words. Hug and truth. I have been, am your father, have cared and loved you. Your biological father cares for you ( I omit love). Is this sentimental enough? Oh I can lay it on thicker or just reverse it and give hell.
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Post by buhi on Jan 6, 2017 9:23:21 GMT 7
Wife angry with me last night. No reason. Well no logical reason. I remarked about a silly neighbour, spending her day walking up and down, up and down, gossiping. Her argument was that it had nothing to do with me, why should I care. Stated, truly, I didn't, just an observation. "What do they think of you?". "I don't care, you know that, ". Then I got it, she worries about me. She does not care either, we are the "not care" couple, but she never interacts, well very little, with our neighbours. Only family. I do not interact, use language as a barrier. But observe and of course am observed. And tongues wag.She picks up on that , hears. Don't worry I told her, we do not care. Then she ceased to be angry. A ramble.
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