Hathaway
Someday, We'll All Be Free
It's a light rain fall tonight. I'm at this dark park alone just walking ; contemplating. Getting fresh air. My mother in law has the kids. I finally get a moment alone. Peace.
I've made alot of mistakes in my life. Marriage ranks chief among them. It's a weird situation to be in. I am madly in love with her. I would give my life for her. I want to see her happy among all things. I strive for that. I've been married since I was 27. It'll be 6 years this year.
I stick it out for my kids. They deserve a complete home. A father and mother. Structure, guidance and discipline. Happiness. I want that for them. But the more I watch these years pass by, the more I realize I value my freedom over everything. I suppress those thoughts.
I was a different man when I married. I was a minister. I followed the god of the Bible and it's doctrines. I married and started a family, excited in raising a family in the gospel. "He who findeths a wife finds a good thing". "Children are a gift from the Lord". However, a fierce and chaotic whirlwind freed me from those chains. But now, I am left with the remnants of a man no longer here: a family. A wife & 2 children.
Any man would give up his half to have such precious things. A woman who loves you. Boys who adore you. I gave up my life for the gospel. I left it behind but cannot restore those lost years. 10 years. So much time wasted. So many dreams unconquered. So much land undiscovered. Nothing to show for it all. I continually give up my life for the prosperity of my family.
I can never abandon them liked my father did me. So I sit here. I stay and wallow in unhappiness. I embody it. I cry when I'm alone. I'm crying right now. I feel stuck. My pride as a man won't allow me to refuse my responsibilities. My longing for peace of mind and freedom will ultimately eat away at my mind until I am nothing but a hollow shell of a man who once was.
I've made alot of mistakes in my life. Marriage ranks chief among them. It's a weird situation to be in. I am madly in love with her. I would give my life for her. I want to see her happy among all things. I strive for that. I've been married since I was 27. It'll be 6 years this year.
I stick it out for my kids. They deserve a complete home. A father and mother. Structure, guidance and discipline. Happiness. I want that for them. But the more I watch these years pass by, the more I realize I value my freedom over everything. I suppress those thoughts.
I was a different man when I married. I was a minister. I followed the god of the Bible and it's doctrines. I married and started a family, excited in raising a family in the gospel. "He who findeths a wife finds a good thing". "Children are a gift from the Lord". However, a fierce and chaotic whirlwind freed me from those chains. But now, I am left with the remnants of a man no longer here: a family. A wife & 2 children.
Any man would give up his half to have such precious things. A woman who loves you. Boys who adore you. I gave up my life for the gospel. I left it behind but cannot restore those lost years. 10 years. So much time wasted. So many dreams unconquered. So much land undiscovered. Nothing to show for it all. I continually give up my life for the prosperity of my family.
I can never abandon them liked my father did me. So I sit here. I stay and wallow in unhappiness. I embody it. I cry when I'm alone. I'm crying right now. I feel stuck. My pride as a man won't allow me to refuse my responsibilities. My longing for peace of mind and freedom will ultimately eat away at my mind until I am nothing but a hollow shell of a man who once was.