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I‘m not what people

look for in a blog. 

I don’t write about

my kids,

my wife,

my dog. 

My kids are all grown. 

One has a kid of her own. 

The other is gay. 

With his mother he’ll stay. 

But the dog,

purest love that I’ve known. 


© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday

I Imagine (my Ex)



I imagine a world where my Ex falls for the guy she bitched about the most during our time together.  A world where he treats her like shit, because she deserves it.  Or so she says later.

I also imagine a world where Exes can wish each other Happy Birthday.  Not just one of them, and then silence from the other.

I imagine a world where I am fulfilled and loved, and in love.

And then,

I imagine a world where all my mistakes never happened.  But in that world, all the mistakes go away, and with them all the good that has come from them along the way.  And I stop, and wish for my Ex all the happiness I don’t think I deserve.


© Copyright 2015 Bill Friday

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