Sunday Scribblings

#138 – Grateful

I never understood how it was that he could wake up in such a foul mood. Before his feet even hit the floor he was growling at the world; as if being given another day was somehow a curse he was forced to endure. He loathed life; I truly believe that now, and no matter what I said or did to try to make his world a better place, it only seemed to make it worse.

I think over time he came to loathe me as well; for wanting to see the good in people, being satisfied with the simple things in life, seeing beauty in the world around me, for refusing to wallowing with him in hate and despair; and for eventually realizing enough was enough and moving on with my life.

I’m so grateful that chapter of my life is over…

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