I am not crying, my eyes have just sprung a leak.
Life is not a Malfunction * Short Circuit
You can have this to examine, long suffering readers.
I do too much. I let the ones that I love, the same ones who cross the boundaries I set up over and over again, I let them hurt me. I know going in, it’s going to sting like a mother fucker.
And still, I bow my head and square my shoulders and trudge head first in.
This one is aching, deep. I never expected happy ever after, but I did become to expect the rock solid consistancy of the chaos I knew to continue.
I am disassembling a life. Their life together.
Taking down pictures, dividing emotional property, just like who gets what couch and what TV belongs to who. Leaving half of my loyalty with each.
Slammed right into the middle of it again. I am not a child anymore. It doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt like just like I am a little girl.
I keep saying that they need to be fair to one another.
Why do I expect this when the last 30 plus years has been one unkindness after another injustice?
What delusion am I in? It’s laughable, really.
What did I really expect?
Not what I got.
Pawn shops, lies, 5$ crack Whores and stolen property.
After all this… I don’t want to be the adult in their relationship anymore.
For my sanity I am letting go. Call me a horrible daughter again… it’s okay.
It hurts but not as bad as the rest of this.
I am a good person. I am a daughter, a mother, and wife, I am a loving human. I am the fixer, an enabler, I am a scapegoat.
I am giving up the last 3 titles, I am not doing so easily. My bad habits are fighting the change tooth and nail. It feels like it’s pulling apart that scared little girl. She finds comfort in the steady stream of the emotional abuse. Examine that.
It’s life, imperfections and flaws and pain and past and unresolved demons. And I am crying. But over what and for who?
Fuck if I know.