These last few days have exhausted me. No real reason other than too much to do, too little time. So I’m hunkering mentally until Sunday. Keeping my words in until then.
I will never tell her she needs to change. Or brush her hair to be pretty. Or that people won’t like her if she looks, acts or dresses a certain way. I will not do these things. And if I do, in a moment of frustration, make her feel like she should be different or …
Can a thing sleep? A house? A door? Is a closed door sleeping? I think I closed a door. I pushed and pushed and it finally slammed shut. I want to pry it open. Dig my fingers in and pull until it swings wide and let’s me through. But it’s not my house. Not my …
i spent a lot of years surrounding myself with people like me. Or who were enough like me that nothing was ever challenged. Don’t do that. It’s dumb. It makes you dumb. It makes you complacent and judgey. I picked my partner based on how different we were. Why’d I think it was okay to …
Don’t want to miss a daily, but in no mood to wax poetic about a day that was rather ordinary and brutally full of people. Over peopled. Over talked. Over it.
Friday is the worst. Thinking about that drive, waiting to hear what I already knew. The feeling of having to be “okay” because no one needed to know. The feeling that maybe it was going to be okay because I hadn’t heard. Then knowing it was over. I really think Fridays are the worst. Another …
He was pushing her away. He did that. She wasn’t having it. It was difficult to convince him that she wasn’t like the others. She didn’t want to own him or change him or make him into something he had no desire to be. She wanted him the way he was when she’d met him; …
It’s after midnight, closerto 1:00 am and I’m sitting in the dark full of thoughts about how loss is all around us all the time. It’s not a great way to wake up. I can’t see a time when this won’t be who I am. I think about tomorrow (today) and try to plan ways …
he struggled for weeks to figure out exactly when it happened. Even when he looked back for the moment when they stopped being friends and she came to his bed, he couldn’t pinpoint the switch. It just was. She was completely remaking him and he was both terrified and exhilarated by the prospect. Each time …
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 