My heart is bro…

My heart is broken and it will never mend. I have accepted that I must continue on this path I chose, but that does not mean I have to like it. It is true that I have awesome children, awesome family and awesome friends and for that, I am grateful. I have accepted the fact that a man will never again look into my eyes and love me for who I am. I know that I will never again be held in strong arms or kissed until I feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world. I am not a stupid person. I know those days of feeling special are over. Please stop telling me “At least you have your children” or “at least you still have your parents.” I know this, but there are different types of love. A husband is someone you become a part of, someone with whom you make love. Love for your children is different from the love you share with a partner. Please stop judging me. I am not suicidal. I go out of my way to make others feel good about themselves. I strive to make people laugh and smile. So why do you keep judging me? I have done nothing to hurt you. I know that I will never be loved again; I do not need you to constantly remind me. Praying to see my husband does not imply that I am insane, it makes me human. Pass judgment on your own reflection, not on me.

©2012 Relinda R.


3 thoughts on “My heart is bro…

  1. Reblogged this on skinnyawkwardgirl and commented:
    The people that judge you at your hardest times shouldn’t even deserve to see you at your brightest moments. Ditch those bitches, and just pull through, because no matter what people will judge. What is determined is how you handle it.

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