Pain

My heart is burning with pain. I knew I had to leave then, that it was dangerous and toxic to my health.

I moved to Arizona after I left her.
I cried and cried and peed in the forest and cried.

The therapist she was friends with.
You are damaged
You are disabled
You’re not gay you just need a real man
You’re just a little lipstick lesbian

What a novelty that must be to hear that once on tv and say it to someone
Someone breaking up their family and going to parties where
Everyone’s totally fine being straight.

This birthday party

Leave me to hide.
I can see it in others faces. 
Content and love and presence and clothing just right
They do not know or are relieved their life is not mine

I always wanted to be happy like them but I am different

Maybe like her and Chris’s parents
I’m stupid, I’m a bad mother for leaving her kid to live in Pasadena 

Tonight the birthday party.

Traumatic her hatred for me. What once was pure love, or so I thought.
Turned acrid.

I had no one on my side when I decided to…become an independent woman.

Each turn I took was shame, but I could no longer run the race.

I am stupid. I’m a bad mom. I am what they think.

To my bungalow in Pasadena. 
Away.

Shamed to much that I could die. My heart. Pain.









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