Open Windows, Closed Doors

To say the situation has escalated is a major understatement. Consistency was attributed hastily and in the end was an inaccuracy.

I’ve always been private, never wanting to talk about things that bothered me, preferring to listen than to unload. Well, I should have stuck to that, I should have just lived out my truth. But in the desire to have a healthy relationship and because of months and months of prodding, I gave in and opened up. So here we are.

It is to my detriment that I changed my ways to welcome you in. It is on you though to make me believe that it was okay. I started talking in the belief that there will be an ear to listen. I wasn’t even expecting a hand to hold or arms to embrace me and tell me everything will be okay. I didn’t need that, have never.

When is talking/venting/airing it out involvement? Is it the sharing of information that was never a part of the bargain? Is it all about the goods and positives then? Why would you open a window yet close the door?

I’m a warrior and I go through battles. If you find it too much to stand by and watch, or it makes you weak-kneed just looking…then move along, don’t even stand by, there is no need for you to be here.

I have a life to live and I’m living it. It is not always rosy. It is not always happy. It is LIFE.