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  1. I could take this two ways

    “I’m an asshole for running away from my hometown because I gave up on fixing everything, because I was apart of the brokenness”

    “This is someone who I had to let go of’s perspective of me after I finally got away and they didn’t get to come with me this time”

  2. My husband of 25 years woke up one morning recently, grabbed his shoes and ran out the door. The note on my nightstand when I got home from work said, "I've filed for divorce. I won't be back." This song speaks to me. Douche.

  3. Love the song. As the "asshole" that worked on herself (trauma therapy 2 years), I am more than happy to be "running away"after 17 years and wish I had sooner to change my zipcode and I will happily be the asshole in his story. I'm free. He's still blaming everyone else. Oh wait . . .

  4. This broke me. As a mom, all I ever wanted was for my kids to be happy and remain close for the rest of their lives. That has not happened. It could be a generational thing. I don't know.

    Family is the cornerstone, and siblings are the touchstone, to your childhood.

    I lost my oldest brother and my best friend because he unalived himself. I would give anything to have him back. He was the one I could talk to about anything. The one who could melt my tears with his smile. The one who truly understood me. Who never judged me. Who always had my back. Who I was the biggest cheerleader for when he wrote and sang his beautiful songs. He is the one who holds the place in my heart where my happiest child memories reside.

    For anyone who is estranged from their sibling or just has not take the time to reach out: Reach out now. Make that call. Write that letter. Knock down those walls. Then, brick by brick, rebuild the foundation.

    For we are all just one breath away from it being our last. 💔

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