What if you’re right?


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What if you’re right?

What if I am crazy?

Stupid?

Useless?

A bitch?

What if I should have taken more pills that time?

What if I am destroying my family?

My kids?

What if I am the only cause of your anger?

The reason you hate to come home?

What if I am evil?

A monster?

An abuser?

What if I saw it?

What if it wasn’t too late?

What if I could do something about it?

What if all it takes is me being good?

What if I’m not capable of being a good wife?

A good mom?

What if I’m too stupid?

Too selfish?

Too crazy?

Too lazy?

What if you’re right?

What if you’re wrong?


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What if you’re wrong?

What if she isn’t crazy?

Isn’t stupid?

Isn’t abusive?

Isn’t a bitch?

Isn’t worthless?

What if she’s trying?

What if her trying is good enough?

What if your anger isn’t her fault?

What if you are getting out of control?

What if it’s not too late?

What if you see it?

What if you can change it?

What if it’s worth it?

What if you’re wrong?

Priceless


Step right up, have I got a deal for you! Although it might not be immediately recognizable, you my friend, have an opportunity of a lifetime staring right at you.

“It doesn’t look that special”, ah, to the untrained eye possibly, but most truly valuable luxuries aren’t as shiny as expensive autos with their expensive price tags.

You see, many valuable things were once considered worthless. Often true value is ignored by those who have had the lengthiest possession of the treasure. At least when it comes to what we are talking about…

Ok, so maybe I’m not sure this is for sale anymore. The more I think about it, the less I want to get rid of this treasure. Maybe one day I’ll give it away. Maybe to someone who will recognize its value. I’m not sure that person exists though. It’s certainly not something worth waiting around for. Maybe the best thing to do is to really recognize and value what I possess. Regardless of whether or not anyone else sees its worth. The last thing I want to do is get rid of it, only to find a “priceless” sticker labeling it while it collects dust on a shelf somewhere.