He started writing her a couple of years ago. Just little notes at first, nothing she couldn’t handle. She loved him so very much

It was his way of telling her he loved her. His way of dealing with the pain in this world.
And not coming to terms with the fact that he was disappointed in himself and unhappy with his choices. He is scared to death of life; it’s his way of taking control, his way of hiding, and his way of blaming her.

When they first married she didn’t know he would become so expressive. Over the years she has come to hate his writings and who can blame her. She hides them from her friends; it’s kind of embarrassing for her. Long sleeves and a good base can cover his terrible grammar but does little to fix the punctuation.

She noticed some time ago that when he drinks he suddenly becomes F. Scott Fitzgerald.
What started out as little notes have become short stories. Filled with anger and written on her skin the bruises ask more questions than they answer.

Like so many do, she blames herself, struggles to understand, and tries to make the best of things. She finds herself loathing his returning home, celebrating his sleep and comfortable in his absence. My, how she never pictured this when they started out.

He left her a note last night. Delivered it with a backhand and pinned it to her eye so she can’t help but study it.

She reads from the mirror. It tells her he is a child living in a grownup world. That he is a tiny man who doesn’t know the meaning of love. It tries to explain that he is the only one who truly cares for her and no one would ever want her the way he does. It convinces her that his problems are all her fault. What it does not make clear is that as long as she is willing to make excuses for him, he is right.

She’ll stay in for a few days just to avoid the critics. They don’t get the meaning of his secret language. His literature etched on his favorite pad goes beyond their comprehension. So, she protects him, yet doesn’t understand why.

She is gathering strength and soon will find the courage to break out of this incarceration. I pray it is so. She has a kind and caring soul that is still intact. Somewhere out there is another that will help her heal the wounds of the past. Treat her with the care and tenderness she so richly deserves. Take her broken heart into his hands and hold it with the softness and sweetness of a newborns sleeping breath. And she will know it is time to rise...and shine...

I can not wait to see her sparkle. My friend, my dear sweet friend.


kc08

Very heartfelt and caring KC...they will understand.

I am sure she would, hope for the best.

Beautiful write for your friend!
May she find the courage to leave and blossum as the rose she is meant to be...

thank you very much robert
i appreciate you and your kindness

so heartfelt KC..I hope someones heart reaches out and understands,,finally gets it.

thank you

i do hope so

thank you

Anytime KC...always glad to help.

thank you songstress

wow that was awesome it hit home for me,very well written

thank you my friend

I too had trouble in english class,, I hope and pray she finds a way to believe in her soul,,, Realizing her worth,, knowing that she is phoneminal and can and will move forward and leave the past behind,,,, My heart aches... Memories of the past still haunt...

((((( kc )))))

unfortunately we all see this too much

thank you

i have four sisters and have been through this a couple of times with them and now i get to see it again with a friend and it is sad... truely sad

sorry for the haunting memories mom

you

...smirking at the unknown..
like a little boy whistling in the dark..Don't see nothin' the matter here ma'!..
Yeah, right!

The strength to find out who we are, while involved with another
..and how that relates to the relationship is a necessary pain,
meant to be endured not run from.

At least he had the balls to admit it .

For the gal2ND CHANCES, UNDERRATED AND OVERSTATED.
..However, this one isn't a man yet. Maybe when he grows up..
Don't feel bad, it's not easy to tell the difference..

But, if your wondering..
people pleasing is a sure sign of boyhood.

4leaf

P.S. nice write kc

my memories make me the person I am today,, No worries my love,,, Lessons in life,,,a path I choose and A path I choose to leave...

My prayers are with you and your friend,,, if you need me you know where to find me,,,

Hugs to you

4leaf
thanks for your comments

yes i do mom thank you

ohhhh kc

so sad
i hope she make it out

stef