Girl With The Curls |
|
Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire
__One Percent - 1%__
Warrior-woman; a Valkyrie. I'll always be yours. Always...and never. ![]() Are You HOT or NOT? ![]() ![]() ARCHIVES 04.2001 05.2001 06.2001 07.2001 08.2001 09.2001 10.2001 11.2001 12.2001 01.2002 03.2002 04.2002 05.2002 06.2002 07.2002 08.2002 09.2002 11.2002 01.2003 03.2003 04.2003 05.2003 08.2003 03.2004 04.2004 05.2004 07.2004 11.2004 12.2004 01.2005 02.2005 03.2005 04.2005 05.2005 06.2005 07.2005 08.2005 09.2005 10.2005 11.2005 12.2005 01.2006 02.2006 04.2006 05.2006 10.2006 11.2006 01.2007 02.2007 06.2007 07.2007 08.2007 11.2007 12.2007 05.2008 09.2008 10.2008 11.2008 |
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
I got away from my family as soon as I could. I learned a lot of things from them that I didn't want to learn. I can't forget it. I don't want to forget. I need to remember so that I can protect myself and my own family. But it is still so painful to think that I will never have that "safe place" to go to: my mother and father. It was never safe and I just hoped that maybe, inbeing responsible and dependable and reliable, my parents would give a shit about me and what is important to me: my son, daughter and husband. They don't care about any of those things except what they can do for them. They still hold the incorrect belief that children are never-ending reservoirs of unconditional love. You can't keep taking from that without filling it up.
The End - The Beatles; Abbey Road And in the end The love you take Is equal to the Love you make. As one by one they break the limits of respect, I am cutting the ties of obligation. So much has already changed in their lives because of it. They don't see the kids everyday anymore. The kids don't spend at least one night a week, every week, at their house. It seems they won't be content with the situation until they can't see them without my dude or myself, present. They feel I wouldn't dare do that. They still look at me as being their child of 11 watching their twins, like a good girl should. It is about control. The control they think they have and the control I give to them. Better Be Home Soon - Crowded House; Temple of Low Men somewhere deep inside; something's got a hold on you and it's pushing me aside; see it stretch on forever and I know I'm right for the first time in my life that's why I tell you you'd better be home soon stripping back the coats; of lies and deception back to nothingness; like a week in the desert and I know I'm right for the first time in my life that's why I tell you you'd better be home soon so don't say no, don't say nothing's wrong `cause when you get back home maybe I'll be gone it would cause me pain if we were to end this but I could start again; you can depend on it and I know I'm right for the first time in my life that's why I tell you you'd better be home soon that's why I tell you you'd better be home...soon. holla@me
Comments:
Post a Comment
|
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |