I’ve been thinking about it all week,
On how to say it plainly.
No better way than to use the truth:
I’m so afraid of losing you.
Recently, I broke your trust.
I’m not afraid to admit I messed up.
I’m sorry for every mistake I made,
Each one that pushed you further away.
At night now, I lie awake,
Hoping you’ll FaceTime me so I can see your face.
Losing sleep, waiting for the phone to ring—
Yet, you never called, which gave me time to think.
I know you’re hurting, and of all this pain I caused,
You’re undeserving.
I hope someday you’ll forgive me.
I really am sorry.
Chronic Ache in the Soul of a Single Parent
There is a chronic ache in the soul of a single parent. It lingers, feeling endless. This ache feels so difficult, especially when you look at other families. They seem so… whole. They seem so joyful and complete. There is a husband and a wife and children in a stroller. Thinking about your single state, you realize how awkward you feel, how out of place at various functions and gatherings. They are all happily together and you’re miserably alone. Disappointment with the current life circumstances just settles in to stay, or so it feels. How could these layers of disappointment be broken up anyhow?
By Rowan Finley 6 days ago in Humans
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.