My own problems can’t matter while she exists.
All consuming problems
engulf her life.
broken
fragile
so unbelievably needy.
She calls with urgency.
“Get back to me as soon as you can.”
click.
My own triumphs can’t be celebrated while she exists.
She received a ring so full of diamonds
two months were overshadowed by bling.
He bought her flowers
each week
after week
for weeks.
Four weeks.
love.
My own fears mean nothing while she exists.
She just can’t lose anymore weight.
She just can’t eat anything.
She is allergic and co-dependent
and
I have no sympathy.
I am cruelly unattached.
sick.
- Author: kjheins ( Offline)
- Published: January 7th, 2016 13:17
- Category: Family
- Views: 17
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