I just sent my last 60 dollars to my daughter, Express mail. She moved in with some loser in Brooklyn, NY, in the slums. No job for either of them, living in a shit hole. Why? I have no clue.
My ex wife keeps contacting me and wanting to know when the money will be coming for the rent for her.
She's suffering from a degenerative neurological condition now, that threatens her motor skills. I feel bad about that, and about what she is facing. But am I the knight in shining armor who is going to save her?
No.
I am an unemployed older man with no resources. (thanks in great part to her).
My father sends me an email yesterday.
Tells me that I need to survive to 55 (when I can get my pension), because he and I and the ex need that money.
That pretty much sealed it for me.
I'm moving on.
I have new birds to photograph, and a new life to build.
I won't be sticking around to see how that fucking disaster plays out.
You know, sometimes, you just have to leave it all behind.
And I am.
New photos and new birds await. I can't wait to post about them here.
It's time I started living.
Instead of dying.
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