Your words set light to our relationship.
20 years, up in smoke, with your callous, careless, conniving for control.
“It’s so hard for me,” you complained.
My broken wrist. My need for rest to heal and recover. My pleas for compassion, comfort, a little caring.
It was all too hard for you.
Those words illuminated two decades spent trying to be enough. Trying to gain your approval and love. They shone so bright upon my fruitless efforts that they sparked a fire.
That fire burned hot and fast.
It consumed my desire to be enough for you.
My need to prove myself over and again, to be your perfect partner, disappeared in smoke.
Amongst the ashes I found a new desire.
A desire to be true to myself, to face the mess I had made with you and clear the ashes from the hearth so I could start anew.
The fire you started with your words forged a strength in me that carried me to a new life.
Thank you.
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Vic Womersley
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