Let the squirrels nest

Hello all,
the Spring is full on,
here,
in the beautiful ugly,
hope it is,
where you are,
as well.

Been a bit of a weird week,
worried about up and coming,
test results and,
my mom,
has stuff going on,
I won't get into it,
but,
it's on my mind.

This week also brought,
an end to what had been,
a long friendship.
Sometimes,
it is,
the right thing to do,
walk away,
from a friendship.
Some differences are,
irreconcilable.

Being friends with someone,
because you have known them for,
thirty years,
is not a good enough reason.

I get,
scars,
everyone has them,
everyone has a past,
part of growing,
is living,
with the past,
not living,
in the past.
The past informs,
all that we are,
but,
the past can't be,
all that we are.

I had a friend,
once,
let's call her,
Debbie
(not even close to her real name)
I gave her a million chances,
she blew all of them,
and,
always asked for forgiveness,
all the while,
being belligerent,
and,
sort of implying,
that it was my fault.
Borderline,
abusive relationship.
I don't want that from,
anyone,
cutting people slack,
understanding,
human foibles,
and weaknesses,
does not mean putting up,
with abuse.

Debbie,
now lives in,
Debbieville,
I don't visit,
Debbieville,
I don't even know where,
Debbieville,
is,
I don't care,
she wrung every last drop of,
caring,
out of me.

Debbieville now has a suburb,
let's call it,
Jimmytown,
I don't know,
where that is,
but,
that's ok,
I have no intention of,
ever,
visiting.
I hope the climate is mild,
and, 
that the inhabitants of both,
Debbieville and Jimmytown,
find peace of mind.

Being fifty,
facing,
life changing issues,
losing loved ones,
this helps,
see the forest for the trees,
deadwood is deadwood,
no need to chop it down,
walk away,
let the squirrels nest.

Have a great week,
you all,
later girls,
BB

Author: Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream View all posts by Bookish Butch