Monday, March 3, 2014

Time Marches On

I'm painting my bedroom and found a box with some of the chapters of Damaged People I had printed out to tighten up. I'm going to put them here where they'll be safe.
I had lost heart after my husband smashed my computer. I hadn't backed up because I only used it to write. I wasn't worried about viruses, I didn't realize the virus was alive and drunk and pissed about me having an avenue of escape from him. 
He tries to destroy everything that brings me any happiness and he has done a stellar job of it so far.
It's disheartening to say the least to see years of my life within my head gone in a heartbeat. 
C'est la vie
Everything changes…




I have a Tracy Lawrence song for him also…



He tells me he wants it to be the way it was so long ago, it can't, he's let me down so many times…



I was more than fair to him, he has received the long goodbye…



It's strange because if he paid attention to what music I'm listening to he'd know what kind of mood I was in. 
He won't, he has no love for anything but himself. 
I pity him, I wanted to fix him, arrogance on my part I know, you can't fix people but more than anything I wanted to believe him, I have tried and tried but even in my insane state of mind I can't.
It detaches me from my compassion every time I see him throw that computer in my mind.
He got the reaction he wanted, I cried as though I had lost someone dear to me
I had, my summer of Keanu…….
My karma will take a blow but this memory I hold onto, no locking away.
Some things are not to be forgiven or forgotten.