Think about it

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10 days ago
Johnny's POV

Robby opened the door for me as I stormed into my apartment drunk. I felt terrible, I had promised Y/N I'd take care of myself. I had already let her down once. And here I was doing it again.

"Robby. I know she told you guys to inform her if do something stupid again. But don't tell her about tonight." I said trying to stand straight

"Trust me dad. You're better off without her. She left you for no reason." Robby said as I ran to the washroom.

"No. No. She didn't leave me for no reason." I said coming out

"Let's get you to bed." Robby said walking me to my bed

"Robby. She left me cause I didn't want to have kids. She wanted more.....and....I....I couldn't give that to her. " i said controlling my urge to cry

"So she was really serious? Are you sure she wasn't bluffing?" Robby asked

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"So she was really serious? Are you sure she wasn't bluffing?" Robby asked

"She was the girl Robby. THE GIRL." I said

"After all these years, I finally found her." I said

"You should sleep. You don't know what you are talking about" Robby said tucking me in.

"I've been a terrible father to you. I never gave you what you wanted. And  I was a terrible boyfriend. Couldn't give her the one thing she asked." I said crying.

Robby didn't say anything for a moment. I reached out and took a gulp of water from the bottle at the night stand.

"Dad. Can I say something?" Robby asked

I nodded

"You should consider having children. Else you won't get over this guilt of not being a good father. Think about it at least." Robby said.

"But I'm nearing 50 in a almost three years." I said and Robby cut me

"Dad you're quitting on this child even before it's in anyone's womb" Robby said

"Think about it. Now go to sleep" Robby said turning of the light.

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I got up with a hangover. I went straight to my fridge to find another bottle of beer. But it was empty.

I slammed the fridge door angrily.

As I did that I had another of my meltdowns, in the middle of the kitchen. 47 years old and still a pathetic loser. I can't even keep my girlfriend happy, can't even keep any of the promises I made.

I suddenly had a strangely faint memory of Robby giving me some advice last night. But I couldn't remember it.

"He probably must have said to get my life together" I said to myself.

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