[ WP ] `` How 'd you get that scar ? ''

It seemed like only months ago when I told my son the story of the cursed stitching that draped across the side of my neck. However, as certain parts of the area vanish I'm reminded that years have past since the last time he and I spoke. I was a young man before he knew about my past. If only my secrets stayed hidden for a little longer, maybe, just maybe, I could have more memories with him. 
 
 It started with the woman that brought him into the world. Accidents are never meant to keep to enemies together, yet, we tried to weather the storm. Little did we know, the storm would only grow. Within Me. As days floated by, resentment crept into every corner of our 2 bedroom house. In every room you were saddened by our false attempt to create a happy home. The work and responsibilities pitted us against one another, and we knew that life could never be what we had dreamed of in the past. 
 
 For years, the weeks were filled monotonous tasks to keep our shitty lifestyles alive. Until the day we would never see each other again. The day she died at the hand of her husband. Me. It was cold outside, and the tile floors in the kitchen forced your bare feet to tip toe with caution. That morning, while creeping around the kitchen, I saw my entire life, and what it could have been. It fell away from me and out of reach. This loss and the woman who caused it chilled my soul, and as my foot finally took a full step I no longer felt the tile's frigid temperature. Suddenly, I stood behind her and thrust a knife deep into her side, but not before she glanced across my neck with her own. We both fought each other that morning and afterwards lay watching each other's blood flow onto winter kitchen floor. 
 
 Years later I told my son, but, afterwards I lost him too and he fell just out of reach. So today, I will make one final scar across my neck, hoping to never think of all I have lost.
