Disappointed,
She looked at her bounty.
Two cats, one fish,
A child that didn’t love her,
And a husband, estranged.
Her time had been wasted.
The oxygen she breathed
Better spent on another,
And so she drank.
Oblivion, her only comfort.
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I thought of you…
How are you? xxx
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Im ok thanks. Went for first osteopathy for MS related back pain and it left me feeling a sense of well being I havent felt for a while. So going to go regularly. It wont get rid of the pain completely but feeling re-energised for a while will do for me! 😊 X
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I just saw on FB and left you a rambly comment there… fabulous that it left you feeling so good. That was my experience too. Also my osteopath was just lovely so it was a welcome break in my schedule.
Happy days! xxx
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Whew! I hope to never feel like that!
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So did she…
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Yes. I would give her a hug if I could. We are all of us worth more than that.
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The empty glass syndrome.
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emptied again and again..
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so sad…
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yes… very sad… but sadly a reality for so many.
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Reminds me of my dad. 😦
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Oh I’m sorry. It’s very hard to live with these kinds of emotions and behaviours.
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My father started drinking when he was 10. And drank till the day he died at 67. He never said why, tho I asked. This piece kinda helped me imagine him in the position of ‘she’
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That must have been so difficult for you (and for him)
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It was – he died a few years ago. A choice he made. He could have lived longer but drinking and smoking is a no no when one is on radiation therapy. I always wondered why he did what he did – for all those years – I ask him when I was a kid and he would always evade the question. I never got an answer and I still hate the fact that I never have, but I have come to a better place of peace inside regarding my father. There seems like there will always be the whys inside, which is silly because he is dead. No sense thinking them. Right?
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No sense but you can’t control your thoughts, you can only rationalise them. But it sounds like you are in a better place now…. that is a lot to come to terms with, I’m sure a part of you will always wonder. Sometimes there isn’t an answer. He may not have been able to tell you even if he wanted to.
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A sorry situation. In some ways I understand this through the way I’ve been feeling lately. Even though my story is altogether different, the emotions are familiar.
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Absolutely, we’re not so different deep down…
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(we being ‘we all’ rather than you and I which is also true, but the woman who drank is a projection rather than a memory. I have many insecurities but I do think, at the moment at least, that my children love me, and Tom hasn’t left me. Yet). x
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So sad to think we probably know folks like this but don’t know of their situation. Beautifully written Pooky.
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Thank you – yes, I think everybody knows somebody like this but we usually only find out years later, if at all, as there is so much stigma, shame and guilt attached…
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Well written. I love your poetry.
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Thank you! That’s such a kind thing to say. I tend to feel shy even referring to it as poetry as I have no idea what I’m doing but I do so enjoy this evening ritual of mine!
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