Pick up. Drop off.


As the meet swap approaches
the anticipation
picks up,
along with it anxiety, my forever friend.
The taste of time out.
Time off.
A break.
A pause in the persistent parenting pulse.

Instead;
The moment after exchange,
all anticipation free falls into suspension.

Relief, rest and relaxation
drops off
as if winded.
Punched.
Paused.
What remains is a quiet, pouting, pondering emptiness.

Action is shallow.
Thought is deep.
It takes a moment to regain, review, revive.

So it goes, the pick up, drop off.
#Divorce.



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I got, I got, I got, I got options

I got, I got, I got, I got options

I am grateful that we have options and choices. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. Choosing can be scary. Making a decision is scary AF. 

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What if I choose the wrong option? 
What if I make the wrong choice?

What if you don’t?

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