To tell the truth most of those updates have been incognito. I felt most of the people reading here already knew about what I was going through and I didn’t need to tell the whole world.
Now my life has finally taken a spin for the greater. I’m free beyond belief. I can finally look at other people without being accused of sleeping with them.
But there is as usual that one person that I’ve been looking at for the past couple years. Okay, one could say five.
I’m going back to school to become a pharm tech on October. My social life already is very stressful, and the one person who I thought was single -or at least was for a short time- is now back to dating his old girlfriend who dumped in the first place. I hate my life with a passion I don’t know what I’m going to do anymore with the fact I’ve cried myself to sleep two nights in a row.
Life is looking up at home which is a good thing. My mother isn’t having as many panic attacks because he’s been gone for a month, also the dog’s are more cheery. I’ve been able to stay awake all day.
After I graduate which will be the beginning of next year I’ll be moving out of my house. But not before getting a CNA degree from my father, which will help me with Crystal’s situation, she’s going to need a caretaker after the surgery or after she gets on dialysis, which is why I’m the right person for that job seeing as I constantly come over to clean their house and I’m going to be moving in.
Eventually we’re moving up to Kelso I guess. Which doesn’t really help but I find the farther away from some things the better off I might be. I kinda want to get away from this town even if it’s getting away from things and people I love, I’ll just be 30-45 minutes away.
And that’s what’s going on in my life right now.
One Lonely Tear
To know you avoid me
Makes my insides churn
To know you never liked me
has my eyes sting and burn
One lonely tear slides down
far enough down my cheek
that it can be found
and saved by those not so meek
To think you never
wanted me as a friend
thought of me as clever
or you liked to pretend
Or your afraid to take a sip
afraid to face me
to dip into a relationship
afraid about what you might see
Tell me, can we still be friends
Because I don’t know how far
I could make it if the story ends.
©Tara Wenthin
