The Struggle

There’s a struggle within when the reality of now hits me. A struggle between maintaining composure and lashing out.

Mostly, I maintain composure but sometimes, just sometimes, the ugly comes out. In the form of a post or an email.

I was given hope when there was none. I was trying to fight for my corner when someone else had already started campaigning for theirs months before. I walked in on the party too late.

So now I am the sum of my roles in this relationship. Mother and partly a wife. Cooking, cleaning, packing lunches, washing clothes.

It’s time. Pack the pain away. Box it up and ship it off to the recesses of my mind…and smile.


Thanks for reading x


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