Enough…

An alien environmentseparation-clip-art_csp11653128

is where I now belong.

A nose cut off to spite a face,

too proud to right the wrong.

 

 

 

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Two to tango…

And still, we try…

Dinner, wine, snort,

and more wine…

Apple pie and ice cream

with wine…

Awkward conversation

mingles with the accusations

in each others eyes…

Neither one willing to speak

about the real problem…

Anger.

Guilt.

Hurt.

Guilt.

Those who are without sin

may cast the first stone…

We both stand on similar ground.

We both have every reason to feel angry.

Guilty,

and hurt.

 

 

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The last straw…

 

It takes a lot of courage to stop the cycle of misery.

Admitting how bad it is, and asking for help isn’t an easy thing.

Pride struggles with accepting support and care from friends.

Questioning yourself weakens determination…

 

“Where things really as bad as they seemed at the time..?”

 

Yes.

Things really were that bad.

 

It’s scary how easy it is to just give up, and return to the cycle.

It takes a lot of courage to break away from the cycle of misery.

I’m so proud of the steps you are taking, my friend.

You are not alone.

Deal breaker…

Fury:  A red hot desire to scream your head off while smashing everything that reminds you of the offender into little pieces.

 Heartache:  Trying so hard not to cry, and being unable to help it.

Denial:  Hoping the offender will arrive with a perfectly good explanation that proves their innocence and devotion.

Humiliation:  The wish to hide forever, because everybody probably knew all along how gullible you are.

Dignity:  Desperately trying to control the above emotions so as not to attract sympathy or I-told-ya-so’s.

Doug.

I fell in love with a slug.

What a mug!

You’re nickname is Thug,images (6)

I thought you were my hug drug.

Now I’m pulling the plug,

Goodbye, cheating bug.