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Hot Dogs For Breakfast Smirk Fiction
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- Comedy Fiction
Written By: Johnny Roque
Finding a family means a lot of love, but sometimes families fall apart. The moments that live tightly in our chest usually revolve around simple things like hotdogs.
This episode is also available as a blog post: https://smirkfiction.wordpress.com/2022/01/03/hot-dogs-for-breakfast/
Spending quality dad time means the world to me. I see my kid every other weekend like most fathers. At first I felt a bit ashamed and embarrassed to not see my child every day of her life. I saw all the beginning stuff, her first steps, first words, and even her first bike ride, but now I only see her first thing on the weekend. I know her mother and I slowly started to resent one another over the years. Personally I dreamed of more kids, but I also wanted more alone time. She never spoke of kids the way I spoke of them, she spoke of them in a practical way.
I brought up kids one day and she never stopped talking about the bills that followed the shrieking cries. My points of cute one inch feet and chubby cheeks hit a brick wall of complaints about sore nipples and restless nights. Marriage to me only meant kids and a wife that made more kids. I love my ex-wife and I know she loves me, but looking down the timeline of our old age followed through the mapping of the wrinkles that started to branch out the sides of our eyes, we saw that they pointed to a different direction.
At night I sleep in a bed alone, even on the nights a girl stays over, those nights still feel alone. On the weekend though I pick up my daughter and we eat breakfast. That moment I see her and her mother it feels like a moment of family once again. Saturdays I always cook hotdogs. Sadly that meal, a meal in definition only, reminds me of the Saturdays I made breakfast while her mother slept in a bit longer. Now we eat hotdogs at the table in my single one bedroom apartment and talk about the activities we need to finish in the next day or two and I pretend, just pretend, that her mother needs a little more sleep in the next room.
Written By: Johnny Roque
Finding a family means a lot of love, but sometimes families fall apart. The moments that live tightly in our chest usually revolve around simple things like hotdogs.
This episode is also available as a blog post: https://smirkfiction.wordpress.com/2022/01/03/hot-dogs-for-breakfast/
Spending quality dad time means the world to me. I see my kid every other weekend like most fathers. At first I felt a bit ashamed and embarrassed to not see my child every day of her life. I saw all the beginning stuff, her first steps, first words, and even her first bike ride, but now I only see her first thing on the weekend. I know her mother and I slowly started to resent one another over the years. Personally I dreamed of more kids, but I also wanted more alone time. She never spoke of kids the way I spoke of them, she spoke of them in a practical way.
I brought up kids one day and she never stopped talking about the bills that followed the shrieking cries. My points of cute one inch feet and chubby cheeks hit a brick wall of complaints about sore nipples and restless nights. Marriage to me only meant kids and a wife that made more kids. I love my ex-wife and I know she loves me, but looking down the timeline of our old age followed through the mapping of the wrinkles that started to branch out the sides of our eyes, we saw that they pointed to a different direction.
At night I sleep in a bed alone, even on the nights a girl stays over, those nights still feel alone. On the weekend though I pick up my daughter and we eat breakfast. That moment I see her and her mother it feels like a moment of family once again. Saturdays I always cook hotdogs. Sadly that meal, a meal in definition only, reminds me of the Saturdays I made breakfast while her mother slept in a bit longer. Now we eat hotdogs at the table in my single one bedroom apartment and talk about the activities we need to finish in the next day or two and I pretend, just pretend, that her mother needs a little more sleep in the next room.
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