Tabitha

Is the only common thread we have ever had in our lives. My mother always protected me from you by making you a monster in my eyes so I would be too afraid to get close to you. That was smart on her part because as I grew up I learned the type of monsters you were. What she didn't realize is that she had become just like you. You stained her.

It makes my heart sad because now you're old and I think to myself that you are probably harmless in your gestures to connect with me and my wife but the damage is done. You are poison to me and I can't ever change that. I can't get close to you but it does make me sad. You'll never know these words and I am okay with that.

I do remember how you helped me. I do remember how you tried to be my friend. And I do know that it's not your fault.

I am nothing like you. I make sure of that every day. I have all these checks and balances in the way so that can never happen. Thank you to my mother again.

I don't remember him the way you do. As you say "doing goofy things". He was sad and scary and troubled to me. Never fun or funny. Just scary.

But it was kinda good to see you. I enjoyed talking about Tabitha.



Payton Jett
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