The truth is he doesn't know me.
I'm the daughter of a woman who scared him with her strength.
And I am more like her than him.
And in his eyes, old anger makes me a bitch.
And this is what he thinks of me when he says nothing.
And this is what I think when I'm waiting for his reply,
Because when it comes to choosing sides, he is never on mine.
In the Middle
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When a relationship becomes a battleground, no one should have to stand in no-man's land.
Angry words scald and leave us blemished and raw like steam escaping wildly from a boiling tea kettle.
They saturate the air with heaviness leaving us breathless in their wake and all for the want of being understood.
Sometimes the one who stands closest to the stove cannot make themselves heard above the tea kettle's piercing whistle.
I'm thinking I need to be under the influence ... Or maybe I should just try interpretive dance.
I have no idea ... I just wish that when I spoke, someone would see my side of things, rather than remembering his from a million years ago ...
At the moment however, I'm less worried by things I cannot change and more concerned with picking up the house.
I so do not plan on spending the remainder of this weekend cleaning!
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