I Miss You

Today is my baby’s birthday. He’s thirty-three now. I haven’t seen him in quite a while, over fifteen years. This is the boy who, when he was twenty, was diagnosed with four different mental disorders, two of them Cluster B; who was kicked out of college one month before graduation because he refused to stop threatening fellow students; who screamed at me for hours on end; who threw a crystal knickknack at my head…