Slices of Betrayal

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Is this a dam?

Close your eyes. I have built a wallyou can’t see iteven I can’t see itShit.I’m glad I wrote and wrote and wrote beforethe memories leftI don’t remember any moreI guess this is the middle of the healingjourneyodd place to be,wondering if it’s the eye of the stormbut nobody warned meso I don’t know if I…

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It’s just 5 years

I want you to know I’ve been quiet because I am busy. Lest you think I’m over it all. Or like, healed. It’s just — I don’t have time really to think about it. Or you. Much. That’s what grief does, right? Ebbs with time? Or is it flows?Today I saw a post: it’s been…

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I don’t think it’s called healing

Years ago someone taught me a writing lessonnot to use ing verbsor I guess it was a lesson for how to writewithout spitting out too many gerunds and present participles Why write I am not crying while I am lookingat these old picturesbut I don’t think it’s healing When I could write I don’t crywhen…

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Indifference

I have burned most of the sentimental hogwash from my marriage. So, I was momentarily surprised when I found a stack of cards the other day. I had forgotten that during the end of our marriage, Gary would give me these cards. Thinking about youI know things are crappy right nowHey Just Checking in And…

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