It was more common for him to turn molehills into mountains, so I learned to navigate, process my own response and reaction. While questioning him, he made me question myself.
Challenged to change
A letter to God
The trees have shown beauty and strength, and are getting tired of their leaves. I’ve been wandering, looking, searching, discovering - who am I and what am I about? What do I stand for? Who will I become after my reinvention is complete? How will I keep her alive?
Were there signs?
Gravity was the heaviest it had ever been, and my stomach was glued to the floor. There was no final conversation, no sad goodbye, no gave-it-our-best-shot chat, no mutual agreement to part and move on, no arrangements made, no inkling whatsoever.
It’s Not Easy
He bought his innocence off my guilt. How do I effectively share my perspective without being judged? Can I hold credibility for speaking what was true for me, in the face of the bullshit version of his that he was early to release? Tough dilemma.
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