I came into this world through my own will.
I was not planned. A “surprise”
The last baby towards the end of marriage. I was late to the party. You already packed your bags.
At first I didn’t understand what divorce meant. My innocence betrayed reality. I struggled to understand impermanence.
I fell slowly, then very hard into pain. It stuck to me, became my childhood.
I guess you didn’t believe in therapy or maybe it cost too much. Talking is free, we didn’t do that either.
You boast that I’m strong and independent but you should know that I payed the price in tears.
You taught me me the cruelty of indifference and the curse of dependence.
Through my own will, I became me. Unwanted by you, but wanted by me.
