I think I have a good life. I've got some issues here and there .. but who doesn't. And if a group of people put their problems out for me to trade with them ... guarantee I'd just keep my own.
Life was going by pretty swimmingly. Really. Kids. School. Work. Relationships. I was feeling pretty confident that things were under control. Not perfect. But routine. I got this. And that's when it hits. When it's least expected. A wrench. Here. Take this ...
Five days ago life became chaotic. A frenzy of events. I got the wind knocked out of me. As I got back up .. was punched in the gut. Again. This has gone on for five days. Each day is a new revelation. Piling on. Havoc.
The source. One person. Single-handedly.
I'm not ready to blog the entire event. Yet. Still trying to digest. Still trying to put pieces of the puzzle together. Thinking. Pondering. Calming before reacting. Logically. Not emotionally. My first gut instinct is to lash out. Furious. I won't. Because I'm going to sit the f still. Until it's time.
I will say that it's amazing how tight knit a family can become when problems arise. Attack one ... you'll get us all. United. In the process of weaving .... a tight tight net. Together. Blood. It is thicker than water.
There is a burning in my gut. Deep. And painful. It's the kind that only a mother can feel ... when one of her children's safety is jeopardized.
Don't f with the children.
The fight. It's on.
1 comment:
I wish I had a family that stood together tight and united like that. I never have, though, and I suppose I likely never will. I don't know what's happened, but I hope things get better soon. I've decided that I like you. You are pretty cool.
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