It never gets easier.After 8 years, you'd think you'd be over it.Heck, you'd think I'd be over it.I go weeks, months, without being confrontedby even a memory of youlet alone your selfish indulgenceof your own fantasieswhile the rest of the world looks onshrugging, uninterested.Saying you still consider me to be maleto an obvious female facein fact, so femaleyou can't even stand the sight of me anywayso full of contradictionswell full of something anyway.....Why did I ever reconnect with you, Dad?What's even the point?All you ever do is bring me downor give me false hopethat someday you'll come to your senses.I've tried texting, email, poloand you won't even try to meetin person anymore.You're a wastea waste of my time, my energymy love.I was better off cutting you out of my lifeand yet I can't do that againor I risk regrets.When your life is overI will have said to myself thatI tried.But it never gets easier.