I Send You on Your Way With Love . . .

By Austin B. Hahn

I understand now.

Whether I include you in my life or not is irrelevant.

Inviting you to my wedding, spending every holiday together, or taking you around the world with me wouldn’t matter.

You’re not going to change.

You’re a blameshifter. A chronic complainer. A deadbeat. A gaslighter. A narcissist.

I won’t ever be enough for you.

You’re just like a bucket with holes: empty on the inside and whatever I try to fill you with falls right through.

I have to let go. Stop trying. Stop thinking that this time will be different because it won’t.

Even if you were on your death bed, you’d just lay there hollow.

I’ve accepted that this is who you are.

Now, I unhand you and let the chips fall wherever they may go . . .