Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Have a read..

.. of this

Any knowledge of you burns in the pit of my stomach. It’s not the liquor. You are my ulcer. I want nothing to do with you. I want you erased from the present. I want to pretend you are dead.


Anonymous said...

wow. this stung tears at my eyes...god I remember that. feeling like that. except I was the wife, I was the chatter, i was trying to get a stone-faced ex-husband to try and smile with me and put my guilt and my sorry and my fear at bay.

It's a shit of a time, it really is.

B said...

the line from 'foundations' by Kate Nash springs to mind, "You said I must eat so many lemons,
'cause I am so bitter.
I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate,
'cause they are much fitter"

Poor, disaffected bastard.

xl said...

I don't know what to make of that. Sorry.

Spiky Zora Jones said...

babe...that post is beautufully written. I've not ever been married but have felt the same arrow sting my heart.

Walking away and accepting that it is and was the best thing to do was laborious but accomplished. What is left after that is to let the heart heal.

Sweetheart what possessed you to post this post? Are you feeling melancholy?

Cause I could fix that...big boy.
ciao honey.

unique_stephen said...

I jut want to be clear: I did not write this, nor does it hold any similarity with events in my life currently or in what I imagine to be our future. I stumbled across it.
Reading it the author ... you can just really really feel what it is like to walk in his shoes.

Memphis Steve said...

Painful post.

No one you know said...

"The only difference between me and the bum was that he doesn’t have to go to work tomorrow."

I can identify. Can't disappoint my grown sons, or I'd be wearing a red cape, too.