Love not Attention
I have a story I tell everyone.
Its a story that puts me in a box
It tells everyone about me without me having to say it myself
Its a story I tell over and over again to whoever will listen.
It’s become my identity.
Who I want to be seen as because it brings me sympathy.
I’ve always loved sympathy.
I was unloved as a child and figured out pretty quickly that
being ill brought me attention which I mistook for love.
Smypathy for love.
And I am ready to cast it off.
That’s my intention.
Whats my story.
Im a widow with four children. I was widowed at 46 years of age.
Its the truth.
But its not my truth any longer
I no longer want sympathy as a substitute for love.
I want the real deal or nothing at all.
I intend telling nobody I am a widow any more
I will not speak of it any longer
For one whole year I will tell nobody
In one year I will look back and see if its made any difference
Im leaving space for real love
Not attention disguised as love.
Im living with agency.
interesting way to get your point across…..I like it.
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