pieces

i left in a blog…
this was so moving to me, i cried. you are very strong to take this stance, now maybe you can follow it easrier that its in B&W. i couldn’t let go and i walked into his world again and again so that on the inside, i wouldn’t have to see him how he really was from the outside… he died and I was forced into recovery- good for you to let go before God makes you Yo are stong and able- i pray you continue to make these good choices

I answered in chat...
we were 28, i’m 29 now, i met him at work when my youngest was 6 wks so…. feb 05……
we ran off to mexico that may and last yr decided to get married on Vday, our annivsry is on the 27th…
he rescued me from alot of shite, but….
i dunno, sometimes i rather be high for a week, looking like shit, loosing jobs, and feeling happy [the 2nd marraige]
vs. comin home from work everyday to yell n fight with my partner only to feel worn and like i’m treading water by wks end…[the 1st]
i guess ultimately niether is true happiness, i just preferred one chaos over the other…

in response to a poet, on stars
even death by addiction that may sometimes convince you Alone is worse than her own sweet victims… yet sometimes i do get a chance to stop, look into the stars and ponder if i really want to see the reflection of myself..
more pieces will fall down here soon
…

~ by lostwidow on 2008/02/18.