The woman came from a man’s rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected and next to the heart to be loved. #equal #love
Happiness is a warm gun.
Why can I never feel happy without feeling like leaving everything and needing my fix again? I always need to escape reality with something. And I keep being reminded of that when my “father” or his dad, my “grandfather” have never wanted to be apart of my life yet my “father” would go to he ex-wifes house every week or so and drink a bottle and cry his feelings away to her when I was only seven houses up the street. And now that I’m 1,291 miles away he thinks he can just call me and act like we are buddies. And the same thing with my “grandfather”, he only wanted to see me if I was with my “father” and never tried to call me or see me but he would also go to my “fathers” ex-wifes house sometimes and call her all the time. And now again that I’m over a thousand miles away he tries to call me, he has always been somewhat slow but not dumb so there is no excuse as to why now there needs to be a relationship built with either of them. They have had 20 years to do so and have been selfish and lazy to want pretty much nothing to do with me. When my parents first got divorced it was court ordered that Sunday’s would be our “father/daughter” day, he came through sometimes but most of the time he kept me waiting by the phone and looking out the window to only be let down that something came up or when we did hang out we would go get something to eat, rent a movie go back to my stepmoms and he would “use the bathroom” (later to my knowledge he was smoking weed all the time) so he could fall asleep on the couch leaving me to watch the movie by myself, I would wake him up and he then takes me home. I really wish he had nothing to do with me so I didn’t have this anger and sadness built up inside of me and held against him.
