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…..
I found this on this Sunday’s post secret…… Your not alone
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?
My life has been changed forever. Its not so easy any more to do even the mundane things. Its as though everything now takes more effort and concentration to achieve what was once so simple. Im like a duck on a pond- a picture of composure and serenity but underneath my legs are paddling like hell against a current that isn’t there.
Is this a current I have created for myself? I am the only one punishing me? Im ashamed and so disappointed in myself for having an abortion. But have I forgotten that the choice was taken away from me? Have I forgotten that he took my voice and forced me into something I knew was wrong? Am I the one living with the guilt and sadness of two people because he is to egocentric too take his share?
There are two types of tired, I suppose one is a dire need of sleep and the other is a dire need for peace. Im in dire need of peace. How possibly do I find peace in this world of turmoil that I live in?
He’s clipped my wings and sad as its is to watch myself, it hurts me more to have forgotten that I have ever flown at all. I look at my reflection, I see a person that doesn’t make eye contact, I see a person who has no voice, I see a person that has no spark or excitement for life. But what pains me more is that I have forgotten the spark I did have, I have forgotten the voice I did have. I am a mere dull image of my pervious self. I am defined as pre abortion self and post abortion self.
I sit often and reflect on the year that I have had. The abortion was one thing, but the emotional torture after was an even bigger part. I honestly believe that if I had been cared for emotionally and physically by him afterwards this would not have had such a big impact on me. I am so saddened that I lost a baby to miscarriage but I fear that is the price I will pay for walking into that clinic.
“Its not always just the heart. Sometimes your mind breaks as well”.
It’s been a year since you were ripped from me…
It’s been a year since my heart was whole…
It’s been a year since i was excited about the future …
It’s been a year that I have carried this pain…
It’s been a year of wishing I had run away…
It’s been a year of dreaming of what could have been…
It’s been a year of being in this black hole…
It’s been a year since I’ve been myself..
It’s been a year of hiding my pain and shame…
It’s been the year from hell but it’s been a year…
Found this a few weeks ago on postsecret.com
It screamed at me. Whoever you are you are not alone in the way you feel.
This is me, this is me every week, everyday, every hour, every min, every second.
The only reason……..
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”