Some Things Just Are What They Are

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Looking back…this old gal ponders…

As to why younger me…didn’t confide in her besties…about that mother of hers…

It seems like now…with trusted friends…old gal me would probably say…that mother of mine…some days…was bat sh** crazy…

But back then…as far as little me was concerned…the truth was hidden…tamped down…the elephant in the room…

Support was there…in unspoken ways…from those in the inner circle…Grandpa…Grandma…aunts and uncles…

But no one…no…one…ever talked about it to us kids…ever…

We talked among ourselves…her fits as we called them…who would escape to get help during one…later with dark humor…remember that one time…hee hee…ha ha…

Talked to that cousin of mine…the high school boyfriend…they’d seen it…they knew…reality…but growing up…it was all…about pretend…

The meltdowns…never happened…pretend…it wasn’t a problem…pretend…it was normal…and how…is a little one…supposed to know…their reality…isn’t normal…because it is…to them…

Sometimes in life…things just are…what they are…and as time goes on…you look back and thank the lucky stars…for all those sweet blessings…that got you…where you are…today…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…