Being adopted I was loved I was loved by my birth mother She could not see a way to fit me in her life.
Being with a married man I am loved by him. I am loved. And he cannot see a way to fit me in his life.
I am in limbo I do not belong in my home of 25 years. I do not belong in my beloveds world I do not belong in the world of my 20something daughter.
I need to find my home again. I need to belong somewhere. I am the wrong person to give up on, to give away I am so wonderful to have around. I am funny and delightful but still I am a little messy, a little teary, a little silly.
I have no choice but to take on this task. Its this task or die or drink heavily, A quest for my home. A quest for this love of mine For it will heal me Forever.