Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.
He doesn’t know what he is saying. Doesn’t he see the pain? Can he not see the wound? Pressure has been applied.
How do people walk away from a house? At what time is a house deemed so beyond repair that leaving it and some of its contents seemed feasible?
The stitches and medical glue used to seal incisions. The swelling. The black and blue bruising surrounding my entire abdomen. It was too much for her. She said it all looked so painful.
Even so I won’t go I won’t change I won’t worry I won’t regret
I didn't pull away but drew him near Now he too possessed lips so red
On precious occasions, Margaret will share with me stories of her childhood, her teen years and stories from as recent as 40 years ago. She is a walking, talking history lesson. All of her stories have a purpose.
I didn't feel the need to justify my beliefs but I did feel the need to let him how inappropriate his verbal attack was. I reminded him Lily was watching. He didn't care. He kept insulting me.
I don't want to miss out anymore. I don't want to have a perfect house and life that looks like I have my act together when I am not able to enjoy life as it passes me by.
The rest doesn’t matter It is just background noise I may have placed you there To protect you