Sometimes things happen —
that’s what we say when it’s too complicated,
or painful,
or petty,
or messy to explain
and we just want to shrug it off,
even though
we know that isn’t happening
anytime soon.
Because things happen —
like when I married the wrong man
who bullied me
into
the
ground
and never thought he spoke unkindly.
Or when I let that person
break my heart over and over
and over,
like I’m not china.
Or when the first of two monsters
took something from me and left only scars.
But hey – things happen.
Yep — things.