For years
They commented on
her flirtatiousness
her bawdy humour
her inappropriate comments
and she laughed
(loudly)
and said, “This is just
how I was raised.”
.
They thought, she’s low class,
but she’s family now.
We’re not snobs. We can adapt.
So they tried to lift her up,
believe the best,
cheer her successes,
while they ignored the
alienation she fostered
against the father of her children
after all, (theoretically)
she raised them
in faith
and piously spouted the right words
(even if her actions didn’t always match).
.
“I’m a good person!”
she exclaimed angrily,
if someone noticed
an anomaly
between what she said and did.
They knew who she wanted to be.
Bad comes with the good.
We all have many layers.
Depth adds character.
She means well.
(most of the time).
.
Now she shouts
Don’t tell the children!
(grown adults with their own lives)
how she’s carrying on.
So desperate to prove
(to who?)
that she’s desirable
She’s sleeping with anyone
who blinks at her.
Throwing money at a con man
and sending it Western Union
(which is, of course, untraceable)
Thousands and thousands
of dollars
she can’t afford to lose
sent into traitorous hands.
And then she gets it back
by conning someone else.
Tricky girl.
.
Don’t tell the children?
Seriously?
Don’t you think they know
that she’s a disgrace
to everything she told them
that she was?
and what she told them to be?
Everything she denied she was
is revealing itself.
.
Meanwhile
that poor man
still weeps in love for her
and she screams that
he’s what’s been
holding her back
and driving her to
this scandalous behavior
.
His fault?
Honey,
wake up.
He’s the rock of stability
that has saved you from
ruining yourself
this way
long ago.
gratefulness February 13, 2011
Tags: postaday2011
On the heels of my gratefulness to all of you who visit www.shawnbird.com, leave me comments, and even those who write me to tell me I’ve left them too long without a post, I’ve decided to make this whole week about gratefulness.
It isn’t hard to be grateful, since I have been given a really wonderful life. I have a husband who is a truly amazing and brilliant man (this is unanimous, ask everyone who works with him), I have very independent kids, I have adorable canine companions, who pay back their hefty vet bills with lots of affection, and I have a very rewarding job. I don’t take any of it for granted. I have friends who are divorced or widowed, estranged from their children, or emeshed with them, who have lost their pets, and who are out of work. I am thankful for the good decisions and the good luck that combined to make my life.
Good decisions? Well, I met my husband at a college, not a bar. I think that improved our chances of avoiding a lot of agony that comes with addiction issues that have hurt other friends. We very conscientiously trained our kids to make their own decisions and let them make their own mistakes and get on with it. We don’t ever expect to see them moving back in with us because they can’t make a go of it in the real world. We went to university and got education that gave us practical career skills. Although we didn’t imagine our careers would go as they did, our training has provided us with a good life in a beautiful place.
Although we improved the odds with some good decisions, in the end there is a lot of luck involved in any happiness. A major illness. An accident. Any little thing could have crashed through this very fragile balance, and made us widowed, unemployed, and suffering.
I’m thankful for my good fortune. May you be as blessed.
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