Irony
February 19, 2010 | Words
Irony
Writing to my children in a beautiful Italian-made leather-bound journal
that I bought with a gift certificate
I got several birthdays ago
from someone who told me
just before my last birthday
that I don’t deserve my children.
Just when you think people don’t know you,
they prove they know
your soft spots
all too well
because those are the best places
to hit
when you want to hurt someone.
Take an old gal like me
who suffered through
agonizing years
of infertility.
Call her a bad mother.
Call her a bad wife for good measure.
Then watch her pick up the pieces of her heart
and
walk away.
Posted by Becky @ 9:18 am
February 19th, 2010 at 1:05 pm
I don’t know Becky. I think it’s time to pick up something. But I’d be thinking more along the lines of something hard and then hurling it at them! Btw, the journal is beautiful. An heirloom in the making for sure.
February 19th, 2010 at 2:56 pm
Ouch.
February 20th, 2010 at 1:17 am
I don’t know the circumstances, but I can only imagine your hurt. Ditto the journal’s beauty and potential. I’m glad you picked up the pieces and hope you can keep the negativity out of your lives.
February 20th, 2010 at 11:07 pm
You want I should smack someone for you? Because you know I will.
March 2nd, 2010 at 10:00 am
And I thought Devil Woman was evil. May they both rot in hell together.