in response to Daily Prompt
I never thought I’d be broken again after that whole thing with “Prince Player”. And then after “H”. And then after “Scientist”. When things ended with my fiancee, I thought you’ve got to be kidding me.
Because, who. Gets. This. Broken?
It was hard losing both a fiancee and a job and coming back home.
The stares at holiday parties.
The nosy questions from relatives and neighbors.
The endless job applications with multiple rounds of interviews only for rejections.
Why? Who did I piss off? To be given this much pain?
“It will only make you stronger” they say.
I WAS ALREADY STRONG!! I want to shout.
“Time heals all wounds” they say.
No it doesn’t. It may seal my wound gradually, but that wound will always still be there I want to say.
“You’re still applying for jobs?” they ask.
How dare you I want to say.
But I don’t. Because of the others. The others who say:
“I’m praying for you”
“I believe in you”
“You are a strong person, but this is too much for one person to handle. And I am so sorry this happened to you”
“I am here if you need advice. Or just listen”
“Don’t ever let anyone tell you how to feel. Because only you know how bad it it is. And how bad it makes you feel”
“You are about to become something amazing. And I can’t wait to see”
You guys. Are my rocks. And because of you, I rise. And feel a little less broken every day.