So, sitting there in limbo, my God-fearing grandmother soon succumbed to the desires of her heart!īet he had some irresistible eyes which twinkled similarly to my soul mate’s eyes! Undaunted, this twenty-something widow used her imagination to ilk a living as a farmer.Īs any farmer will tell you, this sun-up to sun-down grunt work eventually takes its toll on anyone-man and woman, alike.Ībandoned, you can imagine my grandmother was painfully missing the daily strokes of appreciation, affection, terms of endearments, and the romantic mischievousness emanating from the lips and arms of an attentive man! Tragically, my grandfather was killed thus he left my widowed grandmother with four boys and one profoundly disabled girl. Fast forwarding the story, this couple eventually married and soon babies began to sprout like weeds.
Once a raving beauty, this woman fell in love with a dashing young man who had lived up the country road. Sitting here in limbo made me reminiscence about another woman who also had to summon incredible strength while being bombarded with insurmountable life events she inherited while simultaneously suffering a deficiency within the “neediness” department.
#Sitting here in limbo plus#
Wrongly concluded that my sense of inadequacy and my constant need for appreciation and attention would not be too overwhelming for him!Įrroneously calculated that his herculean shoulders, and quick brilliant mind, plus his effervescent personality was unflappable and was immune to Andrea’s relational termites! Also, deep down and within my child-like heart had sorely depended upon the security of Wesley’s presence to fulfill the void created by my father’s death and the lowliness I felt resulting from battling my husband’s on-going illness, singlehandedly.
#Sitting here in limbo professional#
In other words, my insatiable “neediness” contaminated our relationship as I had forgotten and overlooked that in his own personal and professional life cycle he was also compounded, overpowered, and overcome with familial and livelihood issues that jockeyed for his attention, as well. The deafening silence of telephone calls from my once devoted and loyal friend and the growing innumerable non-answered texts quickly made me realize that one’s “dark side can hurt the very person you love.” Profoundly, regret the errors of my ways! Unknowingly, had catapulted a two-decade acquaintance into pneumonic stratosphere. Sitting here in limbo with symptoms of bronchitis enabled me to deduce that the declassification of my suppressed emotions had potently suffocated a spirited relationship and bond with my (BFF) Wesley that I had assumed would last infinitely.
Heck, the flood of tears eventually battled my nose for its own box of Kleenexes! Dejected and depressed for days, watched salty tears slowly dripped and dropped from the crevices of my tear ducts like an onerous leaky faucet. Numbed and stricken with grief, I am also weeping uncontrollably over a treasured and trusted friendship that I probably damn “rubbed,” or more aptly, grenade into extinction, too.ĭazed by medicinal solutions and treatments, couldn’t find in either medicine cabinet a cure for a shattered heart. Likewise, learned this week that my nose was not the only thing that I had symbolically rubbed into “rawness.” As a result of emptying my nasal passage of snot and mucus, noticed that I had rubbed my nose into a “raw” condition. This holiday weekend finds me nursing a torrid cold with congestion.
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