Anger. Fear. Tomato

I was angry.  I thought I was angry.

Maybe, I’m scared.  I find that when I think I’m angry, I am actually scared.

Scared that:

I’ll never be enough.

I deserve exactly what I’ve gotten for the past 48 years.

I will always be a disappointment.

I will always choose poorly.

I will always love (or think I love…or deserve…or whatever)  men who lie, cheat, manipulate, and abuse.

I will always fight alone.

I will always “have my own back”.


Knock knock.

Who’s there?


Lettuce who?

Lettuce all join hands and hope for a better tomato.

Light, Love, and Laughter,



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