I look around me at all of these things, the shit that is supposed to represent the life we built, and realize that I want none of it.
I imagine throwing them against the wall, one by one, and watching these things shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.
If I throw them hard enough, and rage long enough, will I bring the house down?
Leave a pile of rubble where my family’s home once stood.
Broken and absolutely worthless.
Let it all fall apart. I don’t want it.
But… that’s not who I am.
What good is rage and broken shards of nothing?
It doesn’t change reality.
It may not be what I thought it was, but it is worth something.
If only to me.
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(((Hugs))))
I can’t even begin to imagine what you are going through. I think that perhaps its more than the typical person whose marriage just ended. Not only are you grieving for the loss of your marriage, your family, but for all those years in which you can never get back.
You deserve to be angry, its truly okay. Just remember to use your anger for good…..you know, if that’s possible.
Much love to you.
Oh Dre.
I get that, man how I get that. I am torn between wanting to take everything with me when I go…and wanting none of it. It’s so hard to let go of a life that you lived in for so long. I am there my friend. Hugs and love to you.
To be honest, throwing something might make you feel better. When you are alone and you are pissed off at where everything is at in the moment, even better if it’s not breakable. throw it. I’m not trying to be negative or a bad influence, I just know from experience when it all becomes too much it helps. hugs.
Sounds like YOU are going through a lot.
You’ll be in my thoughts, and all my positive energy will flow your direction.
Break some shit. SOME of it doesn’t mean anything. So break it.