THERAPY!

This is gonna be my therapy! Feel like crying, feel like dying! Can't really do anything by that I mean of course. I can't do any of the things I used to. Things like running, playing catch with my son. HelL, I can't even hold a FOOTBALL. Now that CHARLIE loves FOOTBALL, and here I can't even throw the ball. Hell, I never even liked FOOTBALL all that much, although I played a lot of FOOTBALL as a kid mostly touch FOOTBALL, some INTRAMURAL FLAG FOOTBALL, but, I never played TACKLE FOOTBALL. Now, I won't ever be able to play the game my only son has grown to love. One might think this, a boon for somebody who never played, but it's just the opposite for me. Knowing my son loves the game, and here I can't even through the damn ball. You may wonder why I'M writing this, well I'M only writing this because I can't dance. That means, I don't know why I'M writing this. I guess, this is in actuality just good THERAPY for me. I plan on letting CHARLIE read this, as he's already read this, but, I'M hoping he'll forgive me eventually for the way I'VE treated him for the last seven years. I think, he wants, and needs to know that I love him . And even though, I can't play FOOTBALL with him, I can enjoy the fact that I know he's loving it when he's playing it. So, any ways, since nobody wants to talk with me about driving, and I don't really expect anyone to want to talk to me about the things I CAN'T do. That's, I think, like crying over spilt MILK and I'M sick of even focusing on the things I CAN'T do anymore. I'M all too aware of all the things I CAN'T do.