bookended awful weekend...

she left again on Friday
came back again on Sunday
Mario came on Monday night...
and there is no peace for me.

I am stirred up and seething
but I won't be spitting in the wind.
I know what is smart.
I know what will hurt more than the ache I feel now.

and I know something is gonna change.






Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."