I used to give him haircuts.
At the end he would get pushy
With whiskey in his blood:
“Can you please cut my hair tonight!?”
Because all I had done that day
Was run a business,
Pick up and interact with my step-children
Prior to making them dinner.
But he was ancy with liquor
And, maybe, so was I.
It was a simple process.
I used two different attachments.
I used two different trimmers.
I faded the sides and created perfect lines.
The stress had gotten to the health of my hair.
My ends were breaking.
My heart was aching.
I had to cut so much of it off.
He told me how terrible it looked.
The same night,
He said if it weren’t for the kids, he would have already killed himself.
That was over a year ago.
My hair is healthy today.