You used to swear you’d be nothing like him. The slammed doors. The silence that filled a room like smoke. The way he loved her—fierce, then fractured, then not at all. You built yourself in opposition: softer, louder with your feelings, quicker to say I’m sorry . You thought love was a choice you could make differently.
It’s in the way you leave your socks on the floor, the same exact spot he did. The way you grumble at the news. The way you drive with one hand on the wheel and stare too long at the horizon. Last week, your mother laughed at something you said, then stopped. Her eyes went distant. “Oh,” she breathed. Not a word. A door opening on a room she thought she’d locked. Your Mother-s Son -2023-
But 2023 is teaching you that blood doesn’t negotiate. You used to swear you’d be nothing like him
You used to swear you’d be nothing like him. The slammed doors. The silence that filled a room like smoke. The way he loved her—fierce, then fractured, then not at all. You built yourself in opposition: softer, louder with your feelings, quicker to say I’m sorry . You thought love was a choice you could make differently.
It’s in the way you leave your socks on the floor, the same exact spot he did. The way you grumble at the news. The way you drive with one hand on the wheel and stare too long at the horizon. Last week, your mother laughed at something you said, then stopped. Her eyes went distant. “Oh,” she breathed. Not a word. A door opening on a room she thought she’d locked.
But 2023 is teaching you that blood doesn’t negotiate.