I decided to kill myself a bit over two months ago. I don’t know right now what I was thinking
and what my motivation was, but I wanted to do it. There was one thing…person who held me
back. I thought about her, looking over
my grave, unable to forgive me for what I had done. That thought right there made me turn around
and check myself in.
It sure is ironic now that she wants nothing to do with me
and couldn’t care less what happens to me.
If I died tonight when I went to sleep she wouldn’t shed a tear, let
alone know that I left this world.
Amazing how she totally defined my world. I would have done anything for her, anything
and I probably still would. I could not
bear hurting her…and so I turned that car around.
Tonight I sat out on the back porch of my cousin Leslie’s
house smoking a cigarette and thinking about that afternoon. I thought about all the people inside this
house who actually love me, not ones who just say they do. Why weren’t they the ones I thought about
when I made that U-turn? I can only see
it now, but why didn’t I think about the people who have loved me and proven it
when I made that fateful decision?
I was blinded by the “love” of a woman who told me she would
never leave me. Les told me a story
yesterday that really hit me hard, a story about when she and her husband got
together. He had back surgery only a few
months before they bought this beautiful house that I am in right now and had
been given a serious prescription to painkillers. It seems almost needless to say that he
became addicted to them. Les told me
about how much of a mess he was and how she thought about leaving him so many
times…but didn’t. She told me that they
had invested too much into their relationship and that she couldn’t possibly
walk away from him, she cared for him too much.
I sat there wondering why I was not granted the same
favor. Why was I not good enough for the
woman I loved to stand with me when I needed her the most? I finally realized tonight why my normally
passive and quiet brother says he would kill her if he ever saw her again. She left me in my darkest hour. She ran because it was the easiest thing to
do. She told me she loved me but would
not be my rock when I needed her the most.
So I thought again about that U-turn and why I thought about
her instead of the family that would love me no matter how far I had
fallen. They cried when I told them how
badly she had crushed me, I could see my brother gritting his teeth. You see, there are people in this world who
will love you for who you are…no matter what.
There are also people in this world who will say that they do but don’t
mean it, they will run when the going gets tough. I am finally realizing the difference.
I may be without the one I loved, but am never without the
ones who love me. I wouldn’t trade that
for the world. I know she loved me; it
just hurts to realize that she did not love me enough to stay with me when I
needed her the most. She could say it
all she wanted…it just wasn’t the same. On the other hand, my family never have to say
it and yet I know anyways.
I am thankful for my family.
Thankful for those who actually love me, not who just say they do. I am thankful to be done with the pain and
betrayal that was New York. Thankful to
be back in a place with people who care about me no matter how far I fall. Thankful to be with people who see the good
things about me that I cannot. Thankful
for my family, the ones who truly matter.
Thankful that I now see that.
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