I Pity You. I Don't Fear You.
I'm supposed to be afraid of you? Someone who can barely walk and take care of themselves without yelling for assistance every 5 minutes? Please. You and I both know that if if we'd got to scrapping, I'd just let you hit me once and then leave and not come back. See how well you'd do without me. Laundry and dishes would pile up, floors would remain cluttered and sticky, the children would run amok, and you'd have to pay more people to clean your own house and watch your kids.
Or I could just call CPS and have you locked up. I looked up the requirements for a caseworker swooping in and you fit them to a T. Only by the love I feel for the young ones and the mercy that I have managed to cultivate by the grace of God has kept me from doing it. Others may not have that sort of restraint...
I hear you yelling about my NASTY ASS attitude and I'm not hurt, I'm amused. And proud. I'm glad that you've noticed. It's only a small portion of the overall contempt I feel for how you've lived your life and how you've dragged us all down with you.
You can't intimidate me anymore. I'm not the little 6 year old who would cry at the drop of a hat when you even yell something bad. Whatever. Compared to some of the people I deal with at school, you're a toothless tiger: all roar but no bite. You lost your bite a long time ago and it's so sad because before, you had so much fire, so much passion, so much potential...I don't fear you, I pity you.
I pity what your life's become due to avoidable sicknesses and poverty. I pity how obviously miserable you are and how you're afraid to do something, anything different becasue not only would it break the misery but it would also force you to be happy and not constantly complain. I pity your sickness. I pity damn near everything about you.
But I am certainly not afraid of you, anymore.
Or I could just call CPS and have you locked up. I looked up the requirements for a caseworker swooping in and you fit them to a T. Only by the love I feel for the young ones and the mercy that I have managed to cultivate by the grace of God has kept me from doing it. Others may not have that sort of restraint...
I hear you yelling about my NASTY ASS attitude and I'm not hurt, I'm amused. And proud. I'm glad that you've noticed. It's only a small portion of the overall contempt I feel for how you've lived your life and how you've dragged us all down with you.
You can't intimidate me anymore. I'm not the little 6 year old who would cry at the drop of a hat when you even yell something bad. Whatever. Compared to some of the people I deal with at school, you're a toothless tiger: all roar but no bite. You lost your bite a long time ago and it's so sad because before, you had so much fire, so much passion, so much potential...I don't fear you, I pity you.
I pity what your life's become due to avoidable sicknesses and poverty. I pity how obviously miserable you are and how you're afraid to do something, anything different becasue not only would it break the misery but it would also force you to be happy and not constantly complain. I pity your sickness. I pity damn near everything about you.
But I am certainly not afraid of you, anymore.