It’s Me

The former spouse of an individual struggling with alcohol addiction.

H​i

It’s me.

You see his radiant smile,

His infectious laughter and playful nature.

Am I not entitled to be aware of my imperfections?

You claim I never divulged,

Yet, I made every effort to share.

Hi

It’s me.

I felt overwhelmed,

Do you find solace in criticizing me for things you didn’t want to hear?

Perhaps, could you consider becoming more open and approachable?

H​i

It’s me,

observing how I am being unjustly held responsible for something beyond my control.

Alright, I will shoulder the blame.

I am willing to take the blame, for there needs to be someone.

Just add it to the array of mistakes I have already made.

H​i

It's me,

You tell me that perfection eludes us all,

And you offer solace to those who hold significance.

You encourage refusing to accept unwarranted blame,

Do you not believe I have endured enough?

H​i

It’s me.

Yes, I admit it, I gave up on him.

Had I not let him conceal all his secrets,

where might we be now?

Oh, really?

Who bestowed upon you divine omniscience?

H​i

It’s me,

I find myself in reflection.

admitting I am feeling bitter, having lost friends who I believed were attentive to my thoughts.

Yet, I now observe their attention being directed elsewhere.

It seems that our human nature is inclined to embrace victimhood.

H​i

It’s me

I​ am not a victim.

I​ am not punctual.

B​ut I am enough.

H​i

It's me,

These, not the words of a pitiful girl.

I am a woman on a journey of healing,

A mother who acknowledges her imperfections

And understands that I may make mistakes along the way,

I will also make decisions that don’t make sence.

b​ut I will own them.

H​i

It’s me,

I am still here.

This indicating that I am a work in progress.

Grateful for God’s mercy for my wrongs.

It is evident that my journey towards completeness continues.

H​i

Still me,

others cast blame,

In such instances, offering an apology may seem futile.

sharing the sentiment does not alter the situation’s reality.

Hi

its me,

If you find yourself rolling your eyes after reading this,

perhaps you find emotional creatures to be bothersome,

I request you to show some kindness.

Despite our differences,

treating others with respect is always the right choice.

Why continue this cycle of blaming others?

Why do we experience pain?

Why do we inflict pain on others?