I see a woman in the mirror. I don’t know who she is. I’ve seen someone like her before… She does look familiar, but… She looks tired. She looks older. She looks frayed around the edges. Unstyled hair. Unkempt eyebrows. A chin hair that needs attention. She looks cross. She looks frustrated. She looks drained….
He’s gone. It’s over. I knew it was coming but I still feel blindsided. Four years and now what? Nothing? Alone? Cast aside like a supposedly compostable coffee cup? I’m pretty sure the girls have given up on me. The concerned texts have dissipated. The group chat has gone suspiciously quiet. I know they were…
I read a piece from a fellow blogger today, and it got me thinking. It got me mad, but it also got me thinking! She wrote so well as she always does, this time about “filling your cup” and how her cup is empty. Like, not even a drop left at the bottom kinda empty….
***Disclaimer; this story may contain traces of Man-Bashing*** Once upon a time, in a place not far away, there lived a man. He was an ordinary man, he did ordinary things, and led an ordinary life. But he had one small oddity. Despite having perfectly good eyesight, it was as if he was permanently blinkered….