It was supposed to be a chill day.
Just me, my son, and you trying to play family for a minute.
I bought the tickets. Packed snacks. Even showed up with a smile, hoping maybe today would be different.
Hoping maybe we could just be on the same page.
But halfway through the damn monkey exhibit, you flipped.
Some dude texted you.
I ain’t say nothing, even though I saw the name.
Even though I know that’s not a “friend.”
I was quiet. Still smiling, pushing the stroller, pointing out the animals. Still paying for everything.
But you? You picked a fight.
Out of nowhere. Found something to twist.
Brought up something from two weeks ago, like you’ve been holding it in, just waiting.
I’m trying. I really am.
You say I don’t care, that I’m not trying to fix anything, but I’m right here.
At the zoo. Spending time. Being present. Doing what I can.
While the same phone that got our family photos in it…is buzzing with some other man’s name.
But somehow, I’m the problem. It’s exhausting, man. Loving somebody who’s halfway in.
Fighting for a family with someone who doesn’t even know what they want.
I came for peace. You brought chaos.
And my son is the only one who deserved better. So what now?
Do I keep showing up for a maybe? Or finally accept this ain’t ever gonna feel like home again?