The St. Louis Snow

It's odd remembering the times when I thought my father was god. The end all be all of knowledge and know-how of how the world works ... How it is. How it should be. Alas, he's an idiot drone now, worshipping the dollar and Skidmark throne. He's well-read, but would rather stick his head in the ground or stick his fingers in his ears singing LALALALALA... I thought I could explain or possibly suggest to him a different way of thinking... But all that conversation proved was his insane superiority complex...  He's not the same man who raised me or my sister. He's been tainted by Faux News influencers and tail-eating snakes. He is in complete denial that his mother is turning in her grave with the notion that he'd ever vote for the golden calf. The showboat Skidmark who fancies himself a king, but is coasting on the stupidity of inbred, incel Americans...  "I don't quite understand what he's doing with the Tariffs..." Uh huh... I bet ya don't...

I saw you. Twice now.  Totally honest? I wish nothing but the best for you. I hope you've found true happiness and true depth and are growing fondly of your partner. I hope you're not repeating the patterns of woe that were in our relationship.  I had stupidly given a boy my heart, thinking it was reciprocated... I thought you had given me yours, but all you wanted was to be admired, all you wanted was constant validation without the work of growth and change and becoming stronger together... You never trusted me with your heart. You never wanted me to love you all the way... Maybe bc you never healed enough to know how to live yourself. You had kept saying I was "the brains of the operation," but were you saying that phrase facetiously?  Were you making fun of me? You had always thought that I was more emotionally intelligent than you, but I'm not sure why you never trusted me to learn of your inner chaos. I once thought that your dirty mouth was the only one to ...