I accept the responsibility for my own little
family despising my relatives, it is my own
fault in the way I represented them, it’s my
fault that my kids do not know and respect
their grandpa - though in all fairness, let it
be said he doesn’t respect any of his own
kids - so maybe this is a blessing
I’m guilty of listening to negative comment
on my mother - accepting this as if it made
sense - though logic has scant place in the
larger scheme of things; so my kids’ll never
know their grandma - and worst is, Scorpio
will never honour the existence except by
acknowledging it in monetary terms by
Paying a small sum for their survival as far
as possible from him - it’s all my own fault,
I’m the idiot responsible for my misery - for
my parents; - it’s a major loss, though they
will not admit it - and an indictment against
me, an accusation I will carry always …
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