I never needed you like I do right nowI never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me
Couldn’t hear the thunder, but I heard your heart race
Couldn’t see the rain, we’re too busy makin’ hurricanes
Love ain’t easy when it ain’t my way
I stumbled across this song on YouTube and it would have been my anthem a year and a half ago.
I hated you so much for taking my baby away……. But I never needed you so much as I did then.
But all you did was make me cry
I couldn’t see what you were doing to me, I couldn’t see the hurricanes and rain you were putting on my soul….. If only I could go back
But this song no longer speaks to me…. I’m a strong independent woman who doesn’t need you, who lived through the hurricane of you, who will stand up for women like me who are collateral damage to others lives.
Thanks for the bricks..
I’ve used them to strengthen my marriage
I’ve used them to strengthen my soul
I’ve used them to build a wall to protect me from you
I’ve used them to protect my love and memory of my baby
I’ll hold on to a few in case I need to throw them back at you one day…..
How do I possibly apologise for what I have done. Even though the decision was taken away from me and I was forced into the abortion. How do I possibly make this right? My fear is that I am collateral damage for another persons decision. But was there so therefore I am being punished. I am being punished by being in a dark hole of depression, I am being punished by not being able to conceive a baby again, I have been punished by loosing a baby to miscarriage.
How do I possibly make right this wrong? A simple apology is not enough.
I know that this wrong can only be right when both parties are sorry from the bottom of our souls. I cant be sorry enough for the both of us, I have tried. Time is not healing everything, its just hiding the scars.
My life has become a doormat for others to wipe their feet on; My life is a doormat for him to wipe his feet on. My life is full of dirt, darkness and ugly. How can I possibly make this right?
Here is photo of the view from the memorial tree I planted for him.
How can I possibly right this wrong?
All of us get asked how we are several times a day. We respond politely “fine thanks, how are you?”. What if we were to answer honestly, what if we were to take a leap of faith and open ourselves up, be vulnerable answer with the truth. Open up a wound that we have placed a band aid on. Wouldn’t we understand each other more, wouldn’t we connect with others on a deeper level. The result maybe less people walking around alone, people looking into each other’s eyes and seeing an understanding.
So you ask me how I am? This is the answer, this is the raw painful truth.
I’m always walking around like I’m missing something, like I’m looking for someone. There is a loneliness when I stand, when I walk with my head down. I turn to grab my child’s hand so often and then I’m reminded he’s not here and never will be.
My heart is broken into a thousand pieces and I can’t share how I’m feeling with anyone.
I’m so god dam lonely in this world and I fear I will always feel like this.
That’s how I am!
You ask how I am?
” I’m fine thanks”