gaslit life

i am realizing
i was conditioned
to go
along
with it
when something
bad
happens
just pretend it
didn’t
don’t question it
nothing
happened
don’t challenge it
nothing
happened
no apologies
no explanations
nothing
happened….
but
something did happen
&
i am not crazy
for wanting
to feel
better.

another epiphany with the break up of dusty & myself. i am tired of pretending nothing happened. pretending nothing happened has been made an art form by my family of origin. dusty carries on the tradition. however, i don’t do that to my kids, & i don’t want it done to me.
when i freak out…i apologize & try to let my kids know what is going on with me & that my behavior was not acceptable.

something did happen. how can we heal if we ignore the injury?