I open the door as wide as it can open as he takes years worth of boxes alongside him out the front door. Amongst all of this goes his ego and a demand that I put forth every effort to keep him abreast of any and all changes pertaining to the kids that he never fathered, that he emotionally tormented and abused. I promised him that I would tell him absolutely nothing that he wants to hear and everything that would leave him yearning for a place in our lives. The place that he lost the first time he raised his hand to do harm to each and every one of us. But we found the power deep from within to fight his evil, to right his wrongs, by spreading the word of his shortcomings so that no one else would have to endure the pain that he so freely dishes out. One thing he was never good at, was taking a taste of his own medicine, however that didn’t stop us from giving it to him. We surely wiped that condescending smile off of his ungrateful, maniacal face.
The Marked Man©
Copyright 2018
By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 