Dirtbag

NOTHING BUT DEATH

When you marry someone you promise that you will love them forever.

In the case of my parents, they flat-out lied during their nuptials. Someone should have objected, my dad should have run off with a big-titted blonde, or my mother should have known. She should have known.

You can hate someone for two things—the way they treated you and the way they treated the people you care for. I happened to land the jackpot, taking away both prizes. Lucky, lucky me.

When my dad found out about my mom, he didn’t cry or even ask if she was okay. He

1. Nodded his head
2. Said that these kinds of things happen and that we all needed to accept this
3. Walked away.

People who love people do not say or do those kinds of things. Stephen Trenton does not love anyone except for himself. This all adds up.

After he left and I cried, my mother hushed and cradled me. This was ironic—the dying comforting the young and growing. I asked her why my father was so hard and cold, but she had no answer. She only said—

“Jack, sometimes people don’t show that they love you because they’re scared. I think your daddy is very scared.”

I think my daddy is narcissistic. The end.