Never Again

Some have said that truth hurts, but in a strange way, it can be freeing.

                               Tear-filled excuses,
                                  giving way to sorrowful explanations  that are supposed
                                       to be  believed and accepted,
                                keep coming with the expectation
                                   that it will be as it always
                                was before.  BUT NO!
                                   The game is up.
                                 Sixty-six years is a long time,
                                    to wait and hope it was
                                      truly different.
                                 Nothing to prevent him from
                                     doing what should have been
                                       done then.
                                 Too late...Too long..Too tired.
                                      I won't say anymore,
                                        "I understand."
                                 Because I don't, and I won't ever
                                    Fall under the pressure of
                                         making him feel wanted,
                                 and me having to untangle it
                                  and figure this out
                                          for myself.