Why do we care so much with what is happening when we are out instead of worrying about the sanity of those we call family and keeping them safe. There is keeping them safe and then there is being overbearing, not letting them get their foot hold in an already crazy world. Perception is in the eyes of the beholder and I think that should be the focus instead of zeroing in on the only things we can see.
My biggest fear is that I know it will be impossible for me to love him forever. I know that life will happen and it’s the finality of death I fear. Without fully knowing where we are going I can’t help but feel the tears escape my eyes. All I want is the life that I was promised so that I can be forgiven in order for my son to thrive. I would give up everything just to see him be happy in every possible way in life before he dies.
I feel validated in my fears knowing the motive and planned out come for my son. I don’t want to regulate our stunt his emotions how could he even possibly grow into who he is meant to be. Drugging my son is not an option until more of his personality shines through and it becomes easier to see. I won’t allow them to define him because of the fights he has witnessed. If anything is wrong with him it’s because of my husband and me .
So once again I think why dilute my self worth with these humans that would rather keep taking than keep an even score. Be kind to others as you would hope they would be to you. Return the favour as much as you can and be on your way if you find yourself in a position where you no longer can. I am aware of the hands I tried to feed that in return decided to bite me and of course those beings who wouldn’t feed me when I was down and out and pour.
There is the reality that sinks in that no matter how hard you try in this life when you get to the end of where you are going everything that you have come to know would seemingly implode. It starts oh so simple in the beginning but when the dominoes fall there is no predicting where they may lay or how far they may go. The best one can hope for is keeping their hearts open as all other senses begin to fizzle out and erode. This is what we have been waiting our whole lives to see. What will happen to us in the end. We all sit around waiting for that day. Then run in the opposite direction when it begins to come.
My Grandparents were great people with a love similar to Allie and Noah that’s how they should be remembered and deserved to be remembered. This is how I remember them so I will share their story. Bringing them back to life in all their glory. I remember a picture of them sitting together on their front steps of the house they built.
It’s like none of us ever existed. He washed his hands free. He has nothing to do with any of us. He hates us all for whoever is watching to see. I can’t imagine a woman who would shun her mates family. Painting them evil so you end up focusing on her white trash instead. The apples don’t fall far from the tree. How can your offspring be content in not wondering who this mysterious man in their life.
We fall for who they could have been. A reminder of the character they played before. Once they try to overlap the main characters it is something you can no longer ignore. There are those who lie and then there are those who cheat and there are always those ready to defy the rest of the world.
There was no way after making it this long that I was going to have my story end as a single mother I never thought as I was working on my vision board at 36 that it was possible for it all to change.
Who do you trust? Who do you move to when the rest of the World closes their doors on you and turn off all the lights. Some of us are lucky enough to be blessed with a family that no matter what will always have our backs. When push comes to shove they will be…