Sometimes... in meh...

Sometimes, I have these moments when I feel some way about something and I want to cry. The tears are there and I may let a few slip, but I never let it go further.

I sometimes question why I hold onto my internal turmoil. I think it’s because I think it will break something in me.

What is it to be strong though? I don’t feel strong. I feel…not obligated…but…I don’t have a choice BUT to keep it together. Besides, there is no one around who will help me fix my broken pieces, so…::shrugs::

I have nothing.
That’s not true.

My grandson says, “Gadda, I love you more than anything ever.” Then looks at his mom and says, “I just love you.” I don’t think she realizes he just regular loves her. Lol That’s not funny, but it kind of is.

Sometimes…

Laters.