I sit and wonder.
Am I delusional?
Do I have it all wrong?
Do I use emotional blackmail?
Do I use psychological abuse?
Do I think most people lie; with only hints of truth?
Do I take away the magic by not reinforcing santa brings gifts and fairs take tooths?
Do I steal their childhood by showing them my view of true wonders of this world?
For the people around me, the ones I interact with, either don't tell the truth or are as delusional as me.
Nevertheless it's hard to hear these things, especially from someone who you once thought to you had a deep connection with.
So I'll again sit and ponder on all things I do, mostly wondering if we'll ever improve and stop the negative judgements we both use.
At least I can be greatful that our children are very much loved.
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: After 5 years of separation we struggle as most do to communicate with each other. This was my way of dealing with the pain that is brought on by negative and low Vibrations. maybe I should give more of the back story of my boy when he was nearly 10 he struggled with friends and not able to play along with the rest and would get in arguments trying to defend what he thought was the truth told by his family. After chatting about it and him telling me that he's been shown the star and watched it on the Internet and with a telescope, I could not let him think that I agreed, I have studied psychology from the age of him being four due to the labels that were being pushed on us for him being like he is. To me he's brain works different as do all of us but I feel passionately that he is capable to do what anyone else does with the guidance and understanding.
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Loved the poem!🦋
Thanks for reading, and sharing the love
Well written. Stay strong dan
As long as you do to my friend. Thanks for reading and commenting
I can relate. My daughter hated me when she hit fourteen ... for trying to be a good, protective father, as were you. Fortunately we both got past that and are very close now. Hang in there, Dan. Good write!
Glad you pulled through and are close, I am lucky and have an amazing connection with my kids. We've been through a lot together and I'm very positive that this will only grow, this a conflict is between me and my ex-wife, the same one I see and hear a lot of other people have.
I'm just struggling that there is no middle ground to remember we once loved each other dearly, sharing the blessing of bringing up kids.
Again I do thank you for showing me that as long as I'm true to myself then it will all work out in the end.
Truly appreciated my friend
After a period of healing, I'm pleased to say my exes and I are on very good terms. My wish is that this will come about for you as well. Life is too short to have to deal with what you are going through, Dan! My sympathy.
Yes I was in contact with fathers for justice a year or so ago when it got rocky, so I know it's not as bad as it was, but when it is bad, it's bad (emotionally for me) to the point that my heart sinks when the thought flickers by thinking I can't wait till they get older, luckily it doesn't stay long and I'm back loving the moment.
I'm trying to understand that most of the times I project my own experiences on to these moments and I'm back as a kid feeling abandoned. I've broken the cycle but yet still need to fix myself.
Your positive vibe is helping as much as you've intended good sir
I implore you my friend to have confidence, for you seem like a person to rely on, great pen!
A delightful message to read first thing, yes I try my best to be that person
I share your thought about having that feeling people just tell half truth. But I accept it in compassion of me and others. We are confused 🤷♀️ about things. Understanding only comes very slowly and progress takes baby steps. All the best. Nice writing.
We know not what we do! yes there are always little steps. Sometimes so little I glance over them, really like what you've said.
Thank you
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