In the last couple months, I’ve been questioned as to why I haven’t been, and urged to begin again, to write. It is something I love to do, so why has it been so hard?
I finally figured it out. Writing is my release of feelings, and I’ve been keeping some in for far too long. The result, my constipated writing. Why should I hold back any longer? If I want to write again, I think I need to let this go.
Throw Away Children
I pray daily that I can forgive you for what you've done, but so far that battle has not easily been won. Did your advisors tell you a new one would "validate" tossing the others aside? Are you hoping maybe you can actually do this one right? Yeah, right! In raising your sweet little girl, according to her, I became her mother. And with my parents raising your son, does that make him my brother? The kids don't need or ask of you now and probably won't even past twenty, So if you love them at all, leave them alone as the damage you've inflicted is plenty You should try to walk sometime in someone else's shoes, though it's clear the only ones that concern you belong to you. You affect concern and dole out unwarranted, nonsense advice, but they haven't even seen you in Christmases thrice. You thought they'd think your not wanting them, yet starting over with another would be good news? An obvious piece of evidence of the good your exit from their lives now proves. Some things, believe it or not, are more important than eating bananas Or the price of avocados in Florida. Terri Klaes Harper 2017 Oh, and congratulations on being so tolerant, you know, except when it came to raising your own kids.