Musing on Understanding and the Harshness of Words...

You don’t understand

What don’t I get?
Working three jobs to make ends meet. Juggling money to make it to the next paycheck, struggling to pay for groceries, heat and healthcare, too afraid to go to the doctor even though you know that you should. Not being able to afford to get well and too afraid that it’s more.

What don’t I get?
Driving to another state is a challenge. Finding time to get down to visit isn’t easy and it also takes money but harder still the time. Never having you attend my children’s milestones…birthdays, presentations, graduations due to the drive and yet being sad that I have missed out on so many things, weakening our relationship and wishing it was more.

What don’t I get?
Things need to get done. Lists and calendars make up my life as I keep up with schedules and appointments. Time isn’t infinite, it’s going by so quickly, each day precious and could be the last. No one gets a guarantee. We have to work with what we have and I’m always the one I short in order to make sure things get done.

What don’t I get?
This is about people…children, parents, siblings, spouses, friends, yet the one person who is trying so hard to keep all the balls in the air is being pulled in different directions, being told it’s not enough. The blows and stings of words hit the heart as much as the body, weakening the foundation. Being asked to ignore, forgive, forget, never an apology reaching those ears.
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I think I get it… more than you think.
Harsh words said in anger are still painful, ripping, shredding and forever changing the landscape. 

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