Hopes, dreams, effort.
Trying, working, persisting.
In the quest for love.
It shouldn't be this hard.
I have a fiance' who loves me unconditionally. But why not his parents? Is that so much to ask? And why have I, a competant and functionally self confident person, worked so hard for their love?
Why am I so angry about this? Why can't I accept, as my dad has always said, that some people just won't like you?
Because these aren't just any people. They are the people who raised the man I love. And this just gets more and more complicated.
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- I still feel disappointment
- I still love
- I still feel awed by what I have been given in life
- I still sing
- I still see the beauty in everything around me
- I still cry
- I still believe in the power of thought
- I still dream
- I still find myself
- I still search for myself
- I still believe that people are essentially good
- I still believe that I am a good person
- I still trust
Required Reading
- A Celestial Omnibus: Short Fiction on Faith, Maney
- A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Eggers
- East of Eden, Steinbeck
- Fahrenheit 451, Bradbury
- Franny and Zooey, Salinger
- Mama Day, Naylor
- Paradise Lost, Milton
- The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Twain
- The Awakening, Chopin
- The Collected Works of Flannery O'Connor
- The Color Purple, Walker
- White Oleander, Fitch
1 comment:
hmm. it raises the question of "does the apple fall far enough from the tree?" i've feared the same thing ... honestly. and then i realize that our men have made decisions that separate them from their families ... they're individuals ... and we love them and they love us. that's really all that matters.
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