I guess I am not your "normal" girl. I want someone to accept me. Not someone to accept me except for.... x,y and z.
Someone asked me what I wish I could do now that I found I couldn't do during my marriage.... The question didn't make me cry... the answer did as I started to write it. I wish I could have been enough to make him stop killing himself and want to live. I didn't sign on for all of this pain and the messed up crap that goes with it. I can look in the mirror over and over and tell my reflection that it wasn't me it was him. My reflection knows differently. I barely even look in a mirror anymore. It is too hard.
I used to be on anti-depressants. I pulled myself off of them after a year or so. They were letting me become to comfortable in the cloud that I had hidden myself in. Sometimes I miss the cloud more than the aura of the person who manufactured that safety net for me. The safety net shouldn't only exist to be pulled away if you don't meet the ride's requirements.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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