The Sound of the Soft Shoe Dropping
She is the shining light, the one who is trying to have it all together. She is the happy place within the family dynamic, the calm withn her sisters firestorm. We speak about her with puffed out chests and twinkling eyes, struggling to keep the boastful arrogance out of the words of pride that tumble out at the least instigation.
She called me today, well into my workday, sobbing into my ear. I can hear She's miserable, and as is typical, misery builds on misery, swelling a single drop into a pounding rain, overwhelming as it batters, drowning our defenses. I can't hold her, or hug her, or stroke her hair as she sobs into my shoulder. I can't shake her, or talk sense into her eye to eye, or walk with her, to prove the path she's on is just a temporary diversion, not an ending destination.All I can do is listen intently as it pours out of her in unintelligible sobs, translating as I go, heeding signals and signs. All I can do is respond in measured tones, aural comfort food doled out by the earful. All I can do is feel her pain, when all I want to do is bear it for her.
All I can do is worry, and then I pick up the phone and call the asshole who has made my baby cry. I will spare you all the details (they are grusome with some choice words) but in a nutshell he will NEVER call her again. Ah collection agencies - what would we do without them!!
I cry a lot. My emotions are very close to my surface. I don't want to hold anything in so it festers and turns into pus - a pustule of emotion that explodes into a festering cesspool of depression.
~ Nicolas Cage
I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is. I don’t know. Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don’t know the answer, I know only that I can’t. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.
~ Elizabeth Wurtzel
"If you sit by the banks of the river long enough, the body of your enemy will come floating by." ~ Unknown
"In raising my children, I have lost my mind but found my soul."
~ Lisa T. Shepherd
She called me today, well into my workday, sobbing into my ear. I can hear She's miserable, and as is typical, misery builds on misery, swelling a single drop into a pounding rain, overwhelming as it batters, drowning our defenses. I can't hold her, or hug her, or stroke her hair as she sobs into my shoulder. I can't shake her, or talk sense into her eye to eye, or walk with her, to prove the path she's on is just a temporary diversion, not an ending destination.All I can do is listen intently as it pours out of her in unintelligible sobs, translating as I go, heeding signals and signs. All I can do is respond in measured tones, aural comfort food doled out by the earful. All I can do is feel her pain, when all I want to do is bear it for her.
All I can do is worry, and then I pick up the phone and call the asshole who has made my baby cry. I will spare you all the details (they are grusome with some choice words) but in a nutshell he will NEVER call her again. Ah collection agencies - what would we do without them!!
I cry a lot. My emotions are very close to my surface. I don't want to hold anything in so it festers and turns into pus - a pustule of emotion that explodes into a festering cesspool of depression.
~ Nicolas Cage
I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is. I don’t know. Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don’t know the answer, I know only that I can’t. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.
~ Elizabeth Wurtzel
"If you sit by the banks of the river long enough, the body of your enemy will come floating by." ~ Unknown
"In raising my children, I have lost my mind but found my soul."
~ Lisa T. Shepherd
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