I hate her most days.
Well, 99 out of 100, if you must know.But, sometimes I think about that 1 out of 100.
And it’s not for me.
But, I think about what would make her happy- and what it would take-
For her, to be so together… that she would be around.. for them.
I know, right? Talk about 1 out of 100…
And I think to myself- as bad as I feel..sometimes-
Not Now of course, don’t be silly-
But, damn, she must feel worse-I know what it’s like- having my boys taken away-
but just a little bit out of reach.
First Andrew and Evan-
And then- Lauren, revisiting that nightmare on me again with Tristan.
Don’t ever say she didn’t win- in the end.
But, I’m always there- waiting in the wings- for my chance to swoop in and be there, when I can.So, when I look around, when Amy looks around, when Rain looks around..
And she’s just a ghost.
That’s when I hate her the most, and when I feel the sorriest for her.How easy is It- to just wait there, for the moments when they need you.