They had all waivered, but she hadn’t.
She needed someone who wouldn’t.
(Title play with words)
They had all waivered, but she hadn’t.
She needed someone who wouldn’t.
(Title play with words)
He realized that how he had treated her was unconscionable.
“She discovered that a huge sense of injustice was pervading her reality.”
To start over again.
Another heartbreak.
More loss as things shift.
Meanwhile, helping others.
There’s a hero’s stance
If given half of a chance
Would fall to love’s knees
Yielding in order to please
Yet where greatness resides
Unmet needs fight with pride
Without matching strength
To compliment and guide.
“We are nothing to each other.
We are not friends.
We are not lovers.
We do not even look at each other.
It is as you wanted from the beginning.
We are nothing…” she whispered.
(Title play with words)
“You run to the wolf in me. That don’t make you no lamb…”
Not feeling or showing emotion.
(Oxford definitions)
Should change, but they don’t.

“I met this amazing younger man who intentionally or inadvertently entrapped and hurt me.
And I let him know with no uncertainty exactly what I had witnessed and experienced, and how it affected me.
I made sure that he took note of it – and told him that this behavior needed to be checked, immediately.
That he can’t just go blundering through life, drawing in and then “accidentally” stepping on a woman’s heart, ignorantly harming others along his life’s journey.
I did this to speak for my heart wound’s bleeding – but it will not help heal it.
And I did this so that he would learn where he is short-sighted, now, in order to work to overcome it.
Hopefully, this will help his own future marrying from greater tragedy.”
We saw an older friend during our travels, and then I dreamed of him later speaking with me at a party.
As he put his arms around me in the dream, he said to me quietly so no one else could hear: “You are no longer attached to him.”
Then he looked at me to see if I understood his meaning, and I realized that I no longer needed to carry the past’s responsibilities.
Is there anything left to say?
“If that’s how you’re gonna be, fine with me.”
To forget what is worth having.
Some men just want to be remembered.
Listening to a radio station phasing between two channels: on one, “Many Doors To Hell” by Bruce Dickinson; on the other, “Send Me An Angel” by Real Life.
Trapper in wolf’s clothing.
He presented on the surface an air of innocent curiosity, but behind the mask dwelled a man of insidious notoriety.
Why did she feel linked, as if they were bonded, when he did not care for her?
It is interesting to take stock of my life as it again teeters on the brink of oblivion.
It has been hard to hold our own ground and keep our good values.
Having helped at last launch my youngest, I marvel at the strength and endurance that it took for me to get through single parenting.
I heard a muffled construction sound just now that reminded me of the young males’ underwater blowing.
We are entering E.S. birthing and breeding season, and I am reminded of partaking in the census.
“The fact that he doesn’t realize nor acknowledge the harm that he is causing is alarming!”

What intimacy was meant for.
In this moment, it seems as if I have none.
At some point, Anxious Attachment evolves into Secure Attachment because “it’s all been seen and experienced before.”
There’s a flattened feeling that pervades like depression when someone plays false, then leaves – as if being asked for the minimum reciprocation is a crime against humanity.
“He lied to me…”
“He left me…”
(Title play on phrase, “Another day, another dollar”)
She stood there, hair dripping wet onto her dampened summer dress, arms gently resting on her gravid belly as the rain pounded above her against the stadium bleachers and she sought firmer ground to stand on than in the growing mud puddles.
What was she doing here?
She contemplated.
Pregnancy was supposed to be happier.