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You Didn’t Know Me

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Sorting through years of being together,
so many memories surfacing,
the sentimentality of it all.
When you left,
you took what you wanted
and left the rest,
an apt metaphor for our life together.
Now I’m left to sort through
the aftermath of our togetherness…alone.
Our children’s artwork, books, clothing, and toys,
bits of this and that,
odds and ends accumulated over the years…
You told me I didn’t want to move
because I have so much sh*t
that I just don’t want to deal
with sorting it and packing it up…
You were only partially correct.
For starters…a lot of this is OUR sh*t, sir,
which is what happens when two people
create two children and live together
for eight years.
A part of me doesn’t want to deal with it,
you are rightβ€”
but that’s just one part.
That’s the part you knew and criticized,
the one that was never good enough for you.
But I have other parts.
There’s one part who has been
only too glad to purge myself of you,
my body, my mind, my heart, my spirit,
my home…free from you.
There’s another part that is so strong
and so resilient, it has been working diligently
to release, release, release the old
in order to welcome the new.
Another part is really glad for the future
without you in it as my tormentor,
and who looks forward
to (one day when I’m ready)
stepping into the embrace
of a real man,
a man who sees me and loves me
for my power and strength,
my creativity and sensuality,
my generosity and compassion,
my ability to clearly articulate my thoughts and feelings,
my humor and my excitement about life.*
Yet another part is deeply calm and peaceful,
and maybe a little amused at this whole process.
Turns out, sir,
you didn’t know me.
You didn’t know me very much at all.

*Yes, if you had seen and appreciated any of these qualities, our story would have been very different. Your loss, buster. But namaste all the same. πŸ™πŸ»πŸŒˆβœ¨

Teachers in Disguise

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This might sound crazy,
but we should feel grateful
for the people who rub us the wrong way.
If we stayed in our perfect little bubble
of sunshine and smiles
and zippity doo dah
how would we ever
understand what our hang ups are?
The people who bother us
give us a chance to clearly see
our own neuroses
and with this information
we can train in responding with awareness
instead of having the same old habitual reaction.
Sure, you might not be thanking them
while they’re vexing you
but later you can look back
and see where you got tripped up–
and you can thank whomever it was
for giving you a chance to see more clearly.
Welcome these teachers in disguise.
If you can feel thankful for the people
who activate your deepest fears and annoyances,
think of what you’ll feel
for all of the kindred spirits in your life!