Dear Santa | flaguy71's Blog
I know I haven't written to you in a while. It seems that once I moved out of my parents house, you lost track of me and haven't visited me since. But this year, I feel like I need to get this out.
I know at my age it's selfish of me to request something for myself for Christmas. I should be worrying about my kids. I should be making sure that they get what they ask for, and spend all my hard earned money on them. I mean, that's what parents do, right? Make sure their kids are taken care of, above the needs and desires of the parents themselves? And believe me, I'm doing my best in regards to that. So don't worry about them. They'll be fine.
So what's my point? Well, here goes. My wife and I split up. Since we've been apart, I'm slowly learning how to live without her. And believe me, living apart from someone suddenly after living with her for 15 years isn't easy. Every now and then, I have my low points. It gets lonely here. Even though I have our 14 year old son with me, there's really only so much video game conversation i can have before I start to lose my mind. I'm longing for some kind of adult conversation. Something that involves more than the topics of power ups and what gun does what damage to different alien species.
I find myself wishing I had someone to snuggle up with. Someone who'll be there when I get home from work that I can relax with, so I don't just come home, check facebook and go to bed. I need meaningful companionship.
Some nights I consider asking my estranged wife if she'd like to get back together just to fill this void in my heart. Then I remember the way she was. The reasons I left come flooding back and I get lonely and depressed all over again. Which leads me to this letter, Santa.
Please, if you can find it in your heart to do so, please bring someone into my life that will make me happy again. Someone who I can love, and will love me in return. Someone who will not cheat on me, or use my heart as a plaything, or abuse my loyalty, or crush my hopes and dreams just because she doesn't agree with them, or abuse my mentality. I realize that might be a lot to ask, Santa, but I'm asking anyway. That's why it's called a wish list, right?
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