After a week filled with a field trip, a wedding, 147 7th graders, and two late evenings, I spent last night on “downtime.” Barefoot, sans makeup, glasses and sweats on the couch getting caught up on all the shows that I DVR’d and haven’t watched. BTW – DVR – great invention. Tape loads of stuff, watch just a bit.
--So I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy (hey, I wish Dr. McDreamy would Mcrip my clothes off and have his Mcway with me), and something funny happened. I laughed and turned to share it –
and remembered that I was alone.
Don’t get me wrong – I don’t miss Voldemort – but I miss having some other body here.
I don’t miss the dirty clothes dropped randomly around the house,
But I miss the smell of his shirt,
Sometimes I miss it so much it hurts.
I don’t miss the accusations and hateful words
But I miss the playful banter
And shared jokes.
I don’t miss walking on eggshells and broken glass,
Waiting for the next eruption,
But I miss hearing someone else’s footsteps in the house.
I don’t miss the money battles,
The "giving in" instead of "compromising,"
But I miss having someone to share the financial concerns.
I don’t miss the way he could make me seem bad, fat, ugly, stupid, mean, selfish, weak, sad, and inferior.
But I miss the way he could make me feel.
9 comments:
that's really honest and poignant. i wish you peace
Damn you and such!!! Writing someting like that and making a fully-grown man blubber about his friend being so un-justly lonly...
I am going to spend the day sad..and on a mission!!!!
LET IT BE KNOWN ACROSS THE LAND..I, MUSTANG shall find a reasonably large,kind, considerate, financially and mentally stable male, capable of moderate amounts of restraint AND emotional flexiblity, who owns his own car/home/stereo/ and appropriate hand and power tools...
AND..
I, MUSTANG will give him to APJ free of charge for ever.
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Ahhh... the onion finally shows it's layers. Grand post, apj! :)
That's the worst part, letting go of the good with the bad. But you're a brave woman. And this was a poignant post.
doubt very seriously i could say that on stage and not break down.
the poetry of pain is hard to keep honest, but you just did it.
and a Happy Mothers Day! :)
to all:
wow! I agonized over posting this, mostly because I didn't want everyone to think I had a case of the wah-wahs. I know I'm in a good place. I know I have great friends. I know that it IS how it's supposed to be. And I know I'll find my half -- someday.
thanks for all the kind words and support.
apj - thanks for sharing yourself so openly on this post. you're brave. made me remember the times i've been in my solitude pacing with similar thoughts and feelings. many hugs for you.
A woman after my own heart- one who is not afraid to tell it like it is.
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