All that time we were spinning on the icy bridge and into the white van head on, my seatbelt was stuck. The more I pulled the more I wondered if it was better to hang on to it or drop to the bottom. The spinning around and around was the dark calm before the impeding crash, on ice, on a bridge, on top of the Mississippi river. When we didn’t crash, by a hair, my almost death was not my only problem in life.

There was something else wrong. It was the failed friendships and duties and loyalties lying in a sea of quicksand, sinking with no return. It was me trying to pull the seatbelt out to save my one last friendship .

That was a death that I in my 20’s accepted because I thought I was not understood and had a terrible sadness.

The thing is… it’s true when they say the rope burns at both ends, it entropies and cannot be repaired. It’s true when I tell my son to be grateful for the good people in your life because they only come once.

Selfish wants and impulsive desires are only fake fixes that see no one but her. It was I that was the asshole time and time again.

I now take this accountability with nothing to show for it. Empty hands left with the hidden guilts, when the past should have been the past. How I wish someone would have told me my wants were not better than friendships and integrity. I was not better than them. But I wouldn’t have listened anyways.

Hard lessons…

and life doesn’t have to give you second chances.

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