When September ends

Only two days left of September. I could not be happier that this month is finally coming to an end. It’s the month I started dating my ex, the month we got married and years later the month the girls and I moved out and the month we started divorce proceedings.

There were a few contributing factors that made this month particularly difficult. For one I had to phone my mom on her wedding anniversary, a date we use to share, and wish her without bursting into tears. I had to live through the many regrets I have and will always have. Then there was the wedding of my friend’s dad. With every dress I sewed I cried, with every thought of beautiful vows and flowers and happy wedding bliss, I was filled with sadness. I loved being apart of it all, but the constant reminder that I will never have that again was painful.

I know with my history I can’t expect any man to want to marry me, and be burdened with my children. I hate compromise, I did it for 15 years so I am selfish. I want what I want, but still I find myself at the precipice of another spell of way too much compromise and it infuriates me. I hate excuses, I try not to make them, and despise receiving them in return. You want something or you don’t, compromising on your choice of pudding will leave you satisfied with the dessert, but unfulfilled because you didn’t have exactly what you wanted.

I have been left damaged by my previous relationship, everyone is left with scars and damaged at some point, the fact that people use this as their excuse is what upsets me most.

Sigh, you reach a point in life where you know you can compromise and be happy with apple pie, but you also know you’ll be completely fulfilled and in absolute bliss having the chocolate mousse you actually want. So should you rather skip having apple pie and wait till you can have chocolate mousse? Surely then the people insisting on apple pie can have just that and in their own right be fulfilled, and you can end up having chocolate mousse with someone that wants chocolate mousse and also be fulfilled.

So is it really worth going through life being happy but not fulfilled?


Walk against the wind

Upon a summers walk one day

a breeze came rolling by

it caught on the heels of a walker kind

and pulled and blew to get it’s way


gripping and swirling

It’s tentacles of dust and cold

around it’s victim

grasping and strengthening it’s hold


a wonderful summer morning walk

turned unpleasant and rough

no sunshine felt

the walker had just about enough


looking for sun on a beautiful day

a walk to embrace

the path now ruined

the wind showing it’s ugly face

Would you wait?

Would you wait for me at the ocean if you knew one day we would meet?

Would you wait for me to come and join you and save me an open seat?

Would you wait for hours in the longest line if you knew you’d be forever mine?

Would you dance to the music I hold dear if dancing was your greatest fear?

Would you swim in dangerous waters so deep if you knew my heart would be yours to keep?

Would you wait for me to wake every morning so my smile is the first thing you see?

Would you wait for me to fight my inner demons if together we’ll then forever be?

Would you wait until I say I do…because I would wait baby, I’d wait for you..