Monday, May 4, 2009

Mail Order

Last time I checked, it’s 2009 lady, so I am wondering why you let your so-called-husband control you and your life like that? I mean, you enter the building elbow-led like a child being dragged to the principal’s office and when you reach my vicinity, he is the one who pipes up and tells me your story and what you need?

Now I understand, English might not be your strongpoint, I get that, really I do, but I am confused. Shouldn’t he be there to support and encourage you? Shouldn’t he be the one maybe throwing you a word here or there as you at least try and explain yourself?

Stumble through it girl, I know you can do it and I would rather sit there for an hour and hear you and your scattered words, than some oppressive dictator’s word vomit.

I see the sadness in your eyes, your face, and your body language. I see what he has done to you and the life he’s stole from you. I see the way you light up when someone looks at you, and asks you the questions and allows you to take part in your life (Even when your so-called-husband still tries to cut in).

I don't understand why you are allowing this to happen, and chances are, I never will... but I do hope for your sake it is only a matter of time until you realize that you have everything you need within you to stand up and do what you have wanted to do for so long: leave the creeper and take back what’s yours. This is 2009. This is Canada. This is your life. So what are you waiting for?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

sad...very sad

Grandiose Verbosity said...

You've just described a friend of mine all too perfectly, too painfully. They just don't get it. Probably never will. Now she's too old and too tired to even care anymore. Therein lies the real tragedy.

Thanks for making me think just beneath the surface. I needed that.