October 6, 2008

covered bridges

This morning, it mattered. It mattered a lot. At lunch, it still stung but I figured out that nothing much was going to be done about it. Now, I will pretend that it never happened at all. That's what I do - I am the peacemaker. The eldest child of a volatile relationship. We learned it hands of masters really.

I will never say another word about it. I will nurse the hurt and swallow long and hard. I will smile and go along to get along. I've tried the adult role on for size and found that in the playground of life - most people do not like adults that do not play games. They want their silly little world of slings and arrows. I hate that, but why beat my head against a brick wall. I end up battered and cut and the wall still stands.

Besides, I have a decent smile and a good heart. When I go home, then I can let it out. I can punch the pillow and cuddle the cat. And maybe eat a pint of ice cream.

1 comment:

i feel as if each comment was between us as we sat and sipped something warm....i love to hear what you're thinking.