When they said I’ll grow tired of the situation, I smiled but never really believed them. I am not a masochist but my upbringing made sure I get high pain threshold. My tolerance is unbelievable, to a faulty point. I never knew when to stop and I never knew how to. Until suddenly, what they said turned out to be true.
They said it was the most vulnerable moment, that second when the grain of sand settles at the peak before turning into an avalanche. It’s the tipping point. And between the two of us, it’s this new year.
You can never continue to hoard and decide that you can stack all in a neat pile. The whole will always be vulnerable and on the verge of tipping. In fact, it already had. I grew tired and could no longer hold on. I tipped.
I am tired of the situation that goes on and on around a circle of unhappy moments. My exasperation is greater than my patience, my tolerance, my love. This is not where I want to be, and this is not where you’d continue to have me.
I sent you all the hugs and kisses, bb. They’re all in the wind. You can let me go now.
