Stranger than fiction

“I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity. ” Chaucer, A Knight’s Tale

It’s funny how real life often seems like something the imagination conjured up – – like there is no possible way the events that unfold are actually occurring. And yet, I find myself living in the middle of a plot fit for LMN or some such telenovela channel.

Just this morning, while laying in bed in the darkness and the quiet of my home, I said goodbye to poison. Through the tears that wet my pillow, I typed out my pain and pressed the grey button to seal my sentiment. Eyes, puffed and red, betrayed my efforts of feigning normalcy. Normal, my life is certainly not.

Or, maybe, this is what normal actually looks like? Somehow I’m immersed in a convoluted fable that my children, I pray, will never have to learn the moral for first hand.

I did it though, and it is done. Released his hold on my pride and allowed a peace to overcome me. There will be no more criticism to choke the sun in my days – at least not from him.

And now, I’m thinking of how to translate this foreign feeling into words. It will come in time.

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