I have never been so honest with anyone. It was healing, it was cleansing, to know that acceptance.
The lunchroom was crowded that day, kids laughing and shouting and talking. I went to sit at the empty spot at the table.
You ignored me. You talked to everyone at the table but me.
The next day, I sit outside on the steps for lunch. Tears stream down my face.
I will never be open like that again.
Thanks Rochelle and J Hardy for this week’s inspiration. Hope everyone has a great week.
This picture really spoke to emotional trauma I’m going through right now. I wasn’t sure if I was going to write anything this week because emotionally I am exhausted. I saw the picture and thought – no, I can do this. In fact, I need to write this…. Great prompt, so evocative.
Life right now reminds me of high school lunchroom drama. Life often reminds me of high school lunchroom drama. Every time I start to think “we are all mature adults here,” something happens to remind me – right, maybe not.