Him: “ I miss you “
Her: “Really?”
Him: “Yes”
Her: “But Why ? I drive you crazy”
Him: “True”
Her: “Then why?”
Him: “I just do.”
Her: “I don't get how you could miss me then”
Him: “You know I love you”
Her: “So? Doesn't explain why you miss me”
Him: “Because I love you”
Her: “It doesn't seem like it, how could you love me if you can go days without speaking to me”
Him: “.....”
Her: “Exactly, you don't miss me, you miss the idea of me and what I bring to table.”
Him: “That's not true”
Her: “Well your actions say otherwise”
Him: “So you don't miss me?”
Her: “No I don't”
Him: “You don't love me anymore?”
Her: “How could I love someone who constantly hurts me?”
Him: *typing..*
Her: *Blocks Number*
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Merjaunie Lena
I write to express, and clear my head, it's my therapy.
It's not perfect, but nothing is
Being able to vent without a filter is the best way to go.
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Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson4 days ago in Pride
Comments (3)
Kudos to her for being to block him! Loved your poem!
Ah, that ending! Nice poem.
Yay!! I’m so glad she blocked his number. Great job on this conversation.😉😉