Memory loss. That took out quite a few. More than our share.
Christmas, once a time of mild familial enjoyment, became a time of stone-cold lonesomeness.
I blame myself for the most part.
I was married.
I suppose I didn’t pay enough attention. To Jeannie, mostly. I was a busy guy. Loved to work. It proved my metal. Let me be the man.
Turned out to be bullshit.
The company fired me.
Took the kids.
I just stood there, calm as a toad.
Watched my entire world erode.