To my voice.
To my pain.
Look me in the eye.
Glimpse upon my soul.
The struggle is irrefutable.
How can you dismiss it?
How can you blame me for the circumstances?
I don’t know how or why, but you do.
You said it; you put the blame on me without blinking an eye.
It was easy for you. Too easy.
Perhaps it is your own insecurity bubbling to the surface or your inability to show compassion and loving kindness. Perhaps this scares you, because you do not know how to respond, how to show emotion, how to be supportive, how to be or feel anything.
When did you lose your feelings, the kismet, the love for me; for us?
When did your career become more important than family; marriage?
Why does everything have to be about you?
About your needs, your wants and your time?
What’s the plan, what’s the plan, you shout from the rooftops.
I am an inconvenience, a curveball that has been thrown into your rhythmic life.
Our marriage is an annoyance and frustration that no longer aligns with your interests. It cannot compete with your yearning for financial success and your drive to get to the top of the corporate ladder.
Competing interests, and I am losing; our marriage is losing.
We are standing at a crossroad, you and I.
It is time to make some decisions. It is time to take responsibility. It is time to admit our shortcomings, accept our roles in getting to this point and decide whether we are in this together. We can be a united team or a defeated statistic.
Which path are you going to take?
© The Flip of the Switch, January 2016.