Blindside
I wasn’t ready for what happened
Blindsided by your volcanic eruption
Spewing your discontent
Leaving me without an option
Again, I missed the trigger
You pulled it when I was unaware
I tried to salvage to no avail
Leaving the evening in disrepair
In a restaurant of all places
With family and friends present
Why did you come with such attitude?
Making the evening unpleasant
I should have known better
I fell into the same trap
My eyes out on the horizon
While my life turns to crap
I can only imagine
what everyone was thinking
He is such a piece of work
It’s no wonder she’s drinking
My dinner I cannot now digest
Feeling sick on the inside
This will escalate at home
and I can no longer abide
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Digest
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Difficult situation.
Yes! How does one deal with that?
Good question.
I never know. My instinct is to walk away, but that’s not always doable.
Yes, especially in company. You hide it, disguise it and end up paying for it 😢
Just…wow. This is a strong piece, Christine.
Thanks Laura….🙂
like the line, missed the trigger, just as she was feeling a little peace and balance and ordinary was going much too well. very good piece Christine, the story flows with the words.
Yes, that is it exactly. You let down your guard and you get blindsided 😔
Toxic
Yes! Thanks for reading
So well expressed. These scene makers are everywhere.
Isn’t that the truth! 🙂
So it is. 🙂
sounds like toxic narcissist behavior. it never fails to amaze me that they don’t seem to care what those around witnessing it think, except for you. it’s all for your benefit, to make you feel like sh*t.
Yep! You hit the nail on the proverbial head 😬
I felt that poem. Hard. I have been there.
Thanks my friend. 😢
You are welcome. ❤
I think all of us have experienced it at some point in our lives.
So unpleasant and uncalled for!
Yes!