From the nearest hilltop.
From a virtual mountain, if that’s your thing.
From the top floor of your apartment building.
From your desk at work with your mute button on.
From your shower.
With fists clenched and head thrown back…
“I am a good person.
I have a kind heart.
I have always tried to do my best.
I know I am responsible for where I have ended up.
Must I pay for my mistakes for the rest of my life?!
May I be done now?”
Straighten your blouse, brush your bangs to the side, glance around to see if anyone is staring and get back on your path.
*The desperate screams of a woman who fears she’ll have to deal with her narcissistic ex-husband for the rest of her life.