Full Circle
She was unaware of what she was dealing with when he unceremoniously dumped her. They had fought the night before but she thought he would get over it.
He ignored her calls. Instead sending vile texts of hate and implying she needed psychiatric help. She didn’t understand him. It was hurtful and cruel.
She moved on without him but would occasionally receive message with random, rude comments aimed to wound her heart.
One day he reached out and all the hurt was forgotten and they reunited. Happier and in a better place, they eventually married.
Yet four years to that day, he demanded a divorce and again kicked her to the curb.
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.
Looking in the mirror she said to herself, ‘One day you will love again the stranger who was your self’
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us wirth another Prosery (Flash Fiction) continuing exactly 144 words which must include the words ‘You will love again the stranger who was your self’ from a poem by Derek Walcott.
You built this up in such a way that I was hoping for her to tell him forget it. But, sadly, too often that is not the case.
Oh but she did with that last statement! She had had enough and was looking into the mirror wondering who she had become. 🙂👍 Thanks for reading Victoria 💕
Hopefully the mirror replied “and today is the day”!
You know I think it did! Thanks Beverly 🙂💕
I think she should have listened to that stranger when he came back the second time.
Oh that’s for sure Bjorn! 🙂
a clever write … like her fortitude!
Yes Kate.Sometimes you just have to face the facts. It’s hard though 😏
for sure but the only way to heal and move forward Christine …
That’s right Kate, opening up ourselves for more happiness and opportunities ❤️
“The stranger who was yourself”–YES!!!
I’ve read a few stories written for this prompt that are about toxic or abusive relationships, regret, and repeating mistakes. I’ve been there, had friends and acquaintances who’ve been there, and it’s more common than we like to think. I like the glimmer of hope at the end of your story, Christine – we all need that.