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A woman ahead of her time and for all time...I come before you strangely familiar...mother, former wife, friend, future wife, daughter...i shoot straight by way of riddles and can make boiling water a exercise of physics...carry a conversation from ed, edd and eddie to la blue girl, NFL to NRA, Jesus to Judas and everything in between. I'm an observer, and though I try not to judge I don't regret doing it...I listen with sincerity and very little shocks me...but many things surprise me. Let me entertain you, bored you, insult you, encourage you, make you laugh, make you think, make you cry, make you curse, and make you...well, let me tell you my story, a post at a time...

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

lying and stealing

I thought that we went through this and had it figured.

Moe went through her phase of lying and stealing from me, and all was good.

...then slowly little things started to vanish...and she was full excuses...and lies.

"it wasn't me MoM, why can't you believe me?"
"what am I supposed to do when I'm angry?"
"I'm trying not to lie"

and when that doesn't work, the insults begin:

"you just want me to be a boy"
"you always humiliate me"
"you don't respect me, just tolerate me"

each one cuts. each one burns. and it makes me want to cry.

but not alone. There's been too much of that.

too much crying and no one to hear...too many tears shed by myself when the person who hurt me is clueless.

not alone, not today....

I took my lunch and pull her out of class and poured my heart and my pain in her lap.
I stressed that we were on the same side and everything I do I do for her & her sister. That she wants things that I want for her but I refuse....

REFUSE!

to give her if she steals from me....
lies to me....
to me....
ME!

the one who is always in her corner.....

She asks for more time. She asks for help.

and we cry....

and I hope....