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  1. Some Days Are Like This

    Tuesday, November 7, 2017







    Saturday morning.  Slept late.  Needed those
    hours of healing.  Early afternoon, step out to get my two-dollar breakfast at my favorite Arab bodega.  Four police vehicles are in front of my building.  Two are vans.  I guess I’m not the most miserable person in the building.  When I return with my coffee and piece of pound cake, the cops – some plain-clothed, some in uniform – are going in and out of the building.  Three neighbors out front, one of whom speaks English, are talking in Spanish.  I ask the one who understands me what happened.  “I don’t know,” he says, “I just got here.”


    I go home to my own troubles.  Can’t say I’m not curious about what’s going on though.  I don’t wish tragedy on anyone, however, I have to admit that I’m grateful this one isn’t mine.


    In my life, I’d been bullied, and I’d been mugged more than once.  Though
    it felt terrifying, they were strangers and it wasn’t personal.  But when an ex prefers me dead rather than alive and free, that hurts way worse.  Especially when it is voiced through his sons who had no reason of their own to feel that way.  Their father had emailed me shortly after we parted that he was lucky to have been loved by the most humane person he ever knew.  His sons don’t know that; they are the carriers of his rage.  I don’t think they know that either. 


    Betrayal by those I have given years of time, energy, and deep love to is 
    why I stay out of relationships (of the romantic kind) now.  I’m not saying I’m never tempted, but it just doesn’t seem worth it.  Too risky.  I need my energy (whatever’s left).  And I’d like to live (“selfish bitch” that I am).


    After having my breakfast, I take out two bags of garbage which means 
    having to go outside and into the alley (a place I was firmly warned to stay out of all through growing up).  The police vehicles are gone.  No neighbors outside.  I don’t know what the scene was all about.  Maybe, today, I am better off not knowing.  Some days are like this.



    11/4/2017




  2. 5 comments:

    1. Unknown said...

      Ah life. Sometimes best to be grateful, whatever we are served up . . .

    2. Whoa. Your thoughts were fluid here. I wadded in your experience. I don’t know how to discribe it...wadding in the middle of a ripple-less lake as the sun sets...

    3. Thank you for reading and commenting. I almost didn't post this. Now I'm glad I did.

    4. I can only wish you hope and reapproachment with your son. Peace.

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