I said goodbye to my dad, a couple months ago. I said good riddance to most of my family at dads funeral.
When my mother said the unthinkable...when she told me to keep quiet, I walked away from her, forever. The chains fell from my wrists, at her feet, as I turned, head held high and walked away. In the next twenty steps, I realized I was saying goodbye to many more than just her. I relinquished seven of my siblings, their spouses, my nieces and nephews and all my maternal aunts, uncles and cousins.
I took the high road. The road of morality, dignity and self-respect, and I left them all. I never turned back. I'll never attend another family function with that dysfunctional brood.
For years now, I'd held onto the whimsical, fantasy driven notion that someday we would all be a family again. So this event was quite the final straw.
I cast the rose into the swiftly flowing stream. I wash the dirt and filth from my hands.
I know I'm alone. And I'd rather be alone than a prisoner.
I've grown up and dropped the fairy tale life and happy endings.
It's okay to let them all go. It matters not what any of them think of me. I've stopped thinking of them. There's a lot more room in my brain, these days. My heart no longer wishes for that which was never real.
I can finally say Goodbye and Good Riddance. It just was not meant to be.
I move on fatherless, motherless and healthy.
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