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  • (Trifecta)

    Your anger smacked me in the face as if you stood in front of me with a white glove. You, who lived years in the land of mediocrity surrounded by nothing of importance deemed it necessary to cast judgement and send hatred my way. A judge, cloaked in a suburban mentality imagining a superiority and throwing insults with care.

    To inflict pain?

    I, this single woman stand my ground. That burning hatred deep inside you is destroying you, not me. I, exposed to your fears say yes! You are right to fear me,life and the future. With my casual hello, I became an unwelcome reminder of so many things you feared and drew into your reality.

    No job. No spouse. No child. No nothing. My hello reminded you that you are middle aged with lots of nothing.

    You watched me struggle through the years and kept me at arm's length thinking I would taint you. Now, the tides have turned as they always do. Now, you are struggling and I refused to keep my distance. I refused to see nothing and I reached out, and you slapped me.

    You scorned my life because it fits no pocket of your shredded suburban uniform which you have clung to for years. A uniform which now must be discarded for it no longer fits you. As I climbed up from the ravine of depression and found a way to survive, you teetered above me so smug on the top of a sand castle that has now been smashed by a tidal wave. No job, no spouse, no child, no home. It streams through your head endlessly repeating and spews forth a twisted reality so different from my own.

    A friendship was never there. I made you feel superior and now that you have fallen flat onto the receding tide, you have nothing to be superior about for you are only covered in sand. So yes, send me your hatred as you go back and try shrugging on a new version of your suburban cloak but know that your hatred, which flowed in my direction, will just return.

    Amplified. It will smack into you once again and knock you down from whatever perch you find.

    And I, this single woman will continue to stand my ground. I will let the tide flow around me and let my feet sink further into the sand. I will stay safe and unharmed and I will send you love but never again will I offer you a hand.

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