Spilled Milk

Like my aunt said. This is all spilled milk. The milk has been spilled. The damage has been done.

In the end...

She made her choice to go on. even after receiving an email telling her of the hurt it caused.

He continued after witnessing his family's grief. their tears. their tantrums. their cries.

I don't understand them. And I never will. And likely, they will continue to justify their actions to themselves. I'm not sure how either of them can look themselves in the mirror in the mornings. But I suppose preaching to others makes themselves feel better. Ironically enough, they both make their living doing so.

I'm also not sure how they can sleep at night. I do know my dad has much difficulty in doing so.

In the end...

She will have to go on living her life knowing the wrong she has done. and the hurt she has caused. the hurt she chooses to continue to cause.

In the end...

After my dad has died and she is in her old age too. She will not be a success. Her life will not be successful. She will be..alone. Utterly alone in this world. And I hope she stays that way so that her "love" cannot poison another man, another family.

In the end...

I am not sure my dad's life could be construed as a success either. What man can call himself a success, what kind of impact on this earth could be deemed positive, if he couldn't even make his own family happy. He let his family down.

I don't think I will be posting for awhile. Unless I have another one of my nightmares where I am awakened by my own screams out into the night. Screams of rage. Unless some other horrible news reaches my ears as to the development of this sick affair.

I will simply leave you with Ming's (her own self proclaimed) favorite Ripple Card Affirmation:

"My every act makes a difference in someone's life. I choose to make it a positive one."

I hope this is burned into every person's mind who reads this. Just bask in the irony of the above statement. This whole tale possesses enough irony to fill a book...

And I am very much, very much interested in writing it all down one day and publishing it into a neat little book. One you can pick up at Barnes & Nobles or Borders Books. Or any other bookstore for that matter.

They will have to live with themselves as the years come.

I can't punish them, cajole them, convince them, torment them, beg them, ask them, persuade them of anything.

Their deathbed, their mirror, their dreams will have to do that for me.

A lovely life to waste. A brilliant legacy to leave.

CC