Children, work, mortgages. Yes, all valid excuses. But, I want to be his only excuse. I deserve to be his only excuse.
His reason he leaves work early.
His reason he shows up to the party late.
I get to be all of that.
I get to feel comfortable being all of that, for once.
I’ve never demanded that, I’ve never expected that.
But, I get to be that. I get to be everything.
I’m a valid excuse.