Unassuming

I suppose it was inevitable that he'd try to close off one of our few channels of communications. That's what happened isn't it? Or did your son really take it upon himself?

Anyways. I do suppose it's fair, if disappointing. Even if, with very, very few exceptions, every text has always been about the kids.

Perhaps he understands that… while I want to talk to you about everything, I could talk to you about anything, endlessly. If all we ever get to talk about these days is the kids? I'm still happy… ecstatic… to have gotten to talk to you at all.

Well. He can't close it off completely, just every so often. I guess this one is just disappointing because there won't be another chance… another excuse… for a while. Maybe not until after…

It's the one topic of conversation that, when your friends bring it up, your eyes dart away from mine instantly, instead of lingering. Which I appreciate, but… Look.

I'm not going to say I'm excited for it, but I do genuinely hope you have a good time. And I'm sure you will. It's an incredible opportunity and I would have to be some kind of monster to wish otherwise.

But, if you happen to spare a thought for me once or twice… well… I wouldn't complain. Or perhaps even, if it's not too much to ask… have a drink in my honor one evening. Or, hell, where you'll be? Some afternoon, if you want, while watching the waves roll in…

I do kinda wish I knew exactly when it was going to be. But I'm not going to ask. Not sure I'd have the opportunity to, anyways. The next few weeks… Well. I do hope I get to see you. Desperately. But, we'll be traveling, you may be traveling, family visits, all that Christmas stuff. So, who knows?

Be well, my love. If I don't see you before then, I wish you a very merry Christmas.

Love,
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