jabs and stabs
When I am resentful I lash out. I lash out at you. I lash out at you for abandoning me. I feel as if it is abandonment when all of a sudden you disappear. You feel as if it is alright to pick up whenever you want. You go away for a while, come back, and expect me to just start back again. I can’t. I have real feelings. You abandoned me. You are not there any more. I’m still here. I’m waiting for your arrival or some sort of apology. Days go by and I get neither. Now we are into months, I still wait. I am still waiting. Months go by. I’m still waiting. Once I hit the year mark, I get the hint. You’ve gone. Well….look at that…its two years now. How are you? Um, I’m fine. You left. I was coming back though. Really? I hadn’t noticed. I waited two years with nothing. I’m not happy with this situation. Please don’t approach me or I’ll bite. I’ll take a bite out of you. Not a physical one but a metaphorical one. You abandoned me. I’m no happy or OK with that. Please explain yourself. Nope. It’s not good enough. I don’t trust you now. You leave. Things aren’t the same. I know it. Things won’t get back to the sameness. I’ve been abandoned. I feel abused. I feel left behind. You did this too many times. Why? Did I do something wrong? I don’t trust you. I won’t ever trust you. You left. You left me alone to die. Thank you for doing so. I woke up because of it. I’m not trying again. In fact, I’ll make sure to cut you before you cut me. I’ve got the sarcastic gene in me. My tongue will cause whiplashes. One after the other, the criticisms and small jabs will keep coming. Until I feel vindicated, this from the looks of it will take years to remedy.
