Can You Relate?
You share a home with the one whom your soul chose along with your offspring created in the early spring of your young love.
Once the morning dew has left, the fog of new love has dicipated and the cool evenings turn to humid nights things begin to change.
Your chosen one now damages your home with calculated precision. Starts by damaging the walls, curtains, appliances, etc.
Does so with all within watching and those outside remaining oblivious. It’s shocking to you as they never take ownership nor do they seek forgiveness. Instead they deny such actions and claim to be unaware of the damage.
Though frustrating, it’s all cosmetic so your soul within chooses peace over conflict and says nothing more.
As time progresses the behavior worsens and they begin to tear out the electrical, plumbing and begin to bang away at the support beams. You beg for mercy as your offspring and yourself can no longer seek refuge in this place where there’s no peace. No matter the pleas, the cry’s, the screams, the denial continues.
Though your soul’s light is beginning to flicker and the heat within has died leaving frost behind, you stay and hold up these walls alone to maintain stability with hope they’ll see what their actions have done and stop before everything is lost.
They don’t stop. In fact, they wipe down the tables and vacuum the carpet as they jackhammer the foundation and rip the lights from the cealing. With all within and the pleas falling on a cold heart and deaf ears, they set this home on fire. Instead of perish within, you save yourself and everyone within.
You’re too tired to cry or ask anymore questions. So request they not continue their destructive behavior as you try to begin rebuilding.
To this day, they don’t acknowledge the damage they caused to this home once built on truth, respect, integrity, and friendship. They do however speak on how hurt they are that the home was lost, how much they miss that home, and how devastated they are fragments could not be salvaged. While doing so they stand well dressed and groomed, while you and your young rays of sunshine stand broken, frail, hungry, and exhausted.
You’d think this would be the end, but instead they make sure to trail behind you with a deceitful smile, arms open welcoming a hug to squeeze out your last breath, words of false hope and empty promises.
Am I the only to lose their home to the one whom helped build it? Am I the only with a numb heart that still yearns for what was lost like a lost limb that still feels pain?
