There's something to be said for Kitchen Table Wisdom - you know, like in the old days when people sat around the kitchen table after a meal and talked about life, the universe and the meaning of it all - as well as the gossip doing the rounds in town...

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What I write here is what's 'real' for me. It won't always be PC or 'nice'. We're missing out on true connection and chances to grow and change because there's too little authenticity, too little honesty, too much holding back what we really feel and mean.

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Sahila




Tuesday, November 15, 2011

It Hurts When...



... your young son states/asks you (for the second time in about six months): "Mum, we're poor, aren't we?"

and so, you go through the motions of describing just how "rich" you really are - you slept in a warm, dry place last night, you have food in the fridge, you have clothes, hot water for a shower, the two cats (and even enough food to last them into tomorrow), a car with a tiny bit of gas still in it, friends, books, toys, a computer, DVDs and music...

and you say that no matter what happens, people are important, not things, and that wherever you are, wherever you end up, you will have each other and the people that care about you...


and at the same time, you swallow the bile that rises in your throat and the anger that's swirling in your belly, as you think about the boy's father, who, because he can't stand the fact that he is no longer in control, is doing his utmost to make life difficult, to punish you for refusing to accept his abuse...


and you shake your head at the complete insanity, where this man does not realise that when he does what he does, he's hurting the child he says he loves, not you...

and that's just how it is...



PS:   I have a question... Why would it be so hard to sit down - for about the 20th time in six years - and write out all the facts, events, reasons why what's being presented in court by an abusive man with narcissistic traits and schizoid tendencies, ought to be ignored, dismissed, thrown out?  You would think it would get easier, pretty much formulaic with so much repetition...


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