General Fiction posted April 19, 2023 |
Had enough
I'm leaving
by Wendy G
It was more a case of neglect than abuse. He just didn’t care for me. Spent little time with me and lost interest quite quickly. I guess I was a shut-in, an observer of his life and other activities and pleasures.
I could have made him happy and given him fun as well – if he had just tried a little harder. I was always ready and waiting. I could have filled his heart and soul, I could have given him joy, laughter, led him to dance even. But we needed to be a team and work together. It didn’t happen, and I couldn’t do it on my own.
No, I had to cope alone with the experience of rejection, grieving silently, set aside.
I think it was his loss, but he will never understand that. At the beginning, when I first came to him, he said I was beautiful, and he thought I was very shapely. I was proudly introduced to, and admired by, his friends – and they seemed to appreciate me.
I don’t understand what went wrong. Perhaps he was too young, or maybe he had little patience, no skills in perseverance. I guess he just got too busy to be bothered trying. I soon felt unwanted and unneeded.
I still miss his touch, sometimes gentle and tender, other times strong, embracing me – that was when I meant something to him, before he became too busy with his life. It’s been a long time now.
So today, I am pleased to announce that I am leaving. He doesn’t want me anymore, and that’s fine with me.
I’m going to a new home – with some-one who does want me, who is actually quite excited that I am coming, and is ready for us to work and play together. I’ll be going out with him every day, and probably many nights.
I’m going to live with one of his friends – he’s a wonderful musician, and he already plays very well. I’m going to be his new guitar.
It was more a case of neglect than abuse. He just didn’t care for me. Spent little time with me and lost interest quite quickly. I guess I was a shut-in, an observer of his life and other activities and pleasures.
I could have made him happy and given him fun as well – if he had just tried a little harder. I was always ready and waiting. I could have filled his heart and soul, I could have given him joy, laughter, led him to dance even. But we needed to be a team and work together. It didn’t happen, and I couldn’t do it on my own.
No, I had to cope alone with the experience of rejection, grieving silently, set aside.
I think it was his loss, but he will never understand that. At the beginning, when I first came to him, he said I was beautiful, and he thought I was very shapely. I was proudly introduced to, and admired by, his friends – and they seemed to appreciate me.
I don’t understand what went wrong. Perhaps he was too young, or maybe he had little patience, no skills in perseverance. I guess he just got too busy to be bothered trying. I soon felt unwanted and unneeded.
I still miss his touch, sometimes gentle and tender, other times strong, embracing me – that was when I meant something to him, before he became too busy with his life. It’s been a long time now.
So today, I am pleased to announce that I am leaving. He doesn’t want me anymore, and that’s fine with me.
I’m going to a new home – with some-one who does want me, who is actually quite excited that I am coming, and is ready for us to work and play together. I’ll be going out with him every day, and probably many nights.
I’m going to live with one of his friends – he’s a wonderful musician, and he already plays very well. I’m going to be his new guitar.
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