I’ve listened to your criticism for years. Your judgments. Your disrespectful digs. I’ve pushed them aside, along with my self-worth. I’ve continued to allow you in my life. Against my better judgment. But this time… this time is different. You’ve gone too far for far too long. I will still love you. But I will do so from a distance. I love myself enough now to only accept...
You said we couldn’t fix this. You hung up on me. You blocked my number. You’ve put up your walls. You’ve shut the door. You’ve sealed up your windows. There’s no way in to you now. I can’t text you. I can’t call you. I can’t see you. I can’t explain. I can’t question. I can’t reason with you. You’ve pushed me away...
I hate that you left me. I hate that I’m questioning my worthiness now. I hate that just as I am starting to truly love myself, you have me questioning if I’m lovable. If I’m enough. I hate that you’ve gotten into my head. I hate that your choices, your actions, your mistakes are making me think less of myself. I hate that I ironically feel the need to protect you. That...
You sit there high up on your throne. In your room of darkness. Picking my life apart. Creating lists of choices not good enough. Negativity taking over. You shape your words into bullets. Stacking up your ammo. Guilt creeps in. You push it down. You turn it around. You look to me to blame. Ammo surrounds you. Animosity dripping from your brow. You pick up a word – a bullet. You aim it at...
An unexpected visit. 4 days of laughter and food. Cuddles and stories. Big hugs and Asian kisses. Today, we say goodbye. Waving as they drive away. The house is quiet. Somber. Holding back tears. Extra hugs with the kids. Time to clean up. Dishes are washed. Counters are cleaned. Towels are washed. Bathrooms are cleaned. Blankets are washed. Floors are cleaned. All is done. House is clean. Like...
The roosters crow. The hunting dogs bark. The sound of a car driving by on the 2 lane highway can be heard in the distance. A cool, crisp Arkansas morning breeze squeezes through the cracked window. The scent of earth dances in the air – soil, grass, the morning dew. Light shines through the sheer curtains and across the bed. My eyes open. There’s a smile on my face. I can hear the...
