I channeled a lot of anger into my trail run this morning. so I’m feeling a little better than I was yesterday. Yesterday…when I came across this “note” that you left for….me? The kids? Your mom? Your sister? Your friends? I came across it unexpectedly as I was trying to organize the house we moved into. Of course, I burst into tears and the flashbacks have been haunting me ever since.
Fuck your “sorry :(”
You have no idea. You have no idea what you were even “sorry” about.
I sent this to your best friend yesterday. He said, “A brilliant guy with a dumb moment”.
In that moment, you were in pain. You were in so much pain. I know that. But, I also know-that pain was temporary. You took your temporary pain and left it for us-the people who love you, to live with permanently. Forever. You’ve broken us all. For good.
The pain you left wasn’t spread out amongst all the people who love you. The pain that you alone felt was left for every single one of us–for some, magnified times 10, times 100, times infinity+ 1. It’s not temporary and it’s not just me, or your friends, or your mother, sister, family. You left that pain for your children to bear for the rest of their lives. Granted, the two littlest ones don’t get it–they think you are just in some other “place” and you’ll be coming back. But they still hurt. They still cry for you. They tell me they want me to die so you can come back in my place and take care of them. The two oldest–well, you know they are different. The oldest wears his pain on his sleeve. The second oldest is exactly like you-he doesn’t even know it. He does and says things that he couldn’t possibly know are all you.
Jake-you left your pain for each one of your children-they will carry it for the rest of their lives. You took away their joy and happiness of being with their dad. They didn’t deserve this–and someday I’m going to have to tell them you were “sorry :(” ?? Fuck Jake. They idolized you. You were their hero. You took that act and turned it into a possibility–an option for the people who loved and idolized you. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Your best friend’s wife was here for me during the year mark and as her voice cracked so I could hardly hear her, she told me how the day you did that was the “worst day” of her life. She has lost her father, her brother, her beloved dogs–but August 27, 2014 was the worst day of her life. You see? It wasn’t just the worst day of my life, the kids’ lives, your mom’s life, your sister’s life, or your friends’ lives. The pain you left behind is so far-reaching-so beyond any number I could even imagine. You are at the center of these never-ending concentric circles. You took away your temporary pain-and left it for all of the people in those circles to feel forever.
I know you didn’t know this. I know you weren’t thinking clearly. Chantix altered your brain. You never would have done such a thing to the people you loved. You loved and gave of yourself so fiercely, so tirelessly. My poor Jake-I guess I’m glad you can’t feel any regret, because knowing the pain you have caused to the people you loved, would have brought you more pain than you ever could have experienced or imagined.
So for now, my anger is directed towards you. Yes, it is interwoven with love and sorrow–this complex, intricate weaving of emotions that cannot be explained with words. All I know for sure is that your “sorry :(” just doesn’t fucking cut it.
But, I love you from the bottom of my heart and your toothbrush is still here waiting for you.