Last Scrapper Standing #1


I entered a contest for last scrapper standing here is my entry.

From the outside looking in we are the perfect family. Mom Dad daughter and son. A perfect family. But from the outside looking in you do not see what goes on behind closed doors. You do not see the physical pain endured on a daily basis by Mom and Dad. You do not see the frustration expressed when Mom is tired from pain and working and being a single parent. You do not see the tears and sadness when Daddy leaves every Monday for a week away at work. You do not see the loneliness. You do not see the sleepless nights the daughter suffers. You do not see the terrible two temper tantrums by the son. You do not see the Dad drinking way too much. You do not see the daughter struggling with issues of separation anxiety and growing up. You do not see the son struggling to gain weight and battle allergies. You do not see Mom struggling with depression. You do not see the anger that consumes Dad from having too much to do. You do not see all that needs to be done. You do not see the pain the anger the frustration the shouting the yelling the fighting. No from the outside looking in you see none of that. The outside looking in can be very deceiving.

I found this a difficult one to do. But it is done. Now wish me luck on not getting cut.

Comments

Cheyenne said…
That is absolutely one of the best pieces of literature I have read in a long time. As a matter of fact, it gave me goosebumps. Excellent! You can tell it is written from the heart, and those are the winners.
3:15 PM
Broken Beth said…
Mines up too
Nervous
I wonder when we know if we get CUTdru
11:42 PM
Jes said…
this is awesome oscar. very personal, very real, and i'm sure healing in a way, to get it out.... *hug*
3:10 PM
Lori Petticrew said…
the journalling is fantastic and from the heart....good luick chick! this is lovely
3:11 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

April 19 is a rough day

Image
20 years ago today I miscarried a baby. I can imagine myself with a 20 year old running around. Maybe even a grandma, that is a rough thought. For years when I could not conceive I wondered if I was being punished for miscarrying my first. I was young, got pregnant in college, and was sick all the time. I had morning sickness 24 hours a day every single day, I lost a lot of weight. I was alone and I was scared. I went to bed one night feeling very ill, I woke up two days later in the hospital. I had hemarraged and been uncousious, and almost died. I miscarried in my fifth month. When I missed college some friends tried to reach me and couldn't so called my ex and he had the landlord let him in. It saved my life. I have always felt so guilty that I was just that little bit relieved that it had happened. I was so young, and on my own, and did not want a child raised the way that I had been raised. Feelings just all over the place. It hit me like a ton of bricks again w
Read more

Well I made it and I survived it

Image
I am finally 40. Entering the prime of my life. I think it is all how you look at things. So if I look positive it will be postitive. This is the decade that is going to be about me. I had an adult decade on education, I had an adult decade on family, now I want one on me. Thanks Jenni for calling last night, I miss you and you are welcome to come back to Alberta and visit any time. I got the cutest birday card from Poncho with her original photography on it of a koala, I love it. I feel spoiled and loved and it is nice to feel that way. I got a cake sent to me at work yesterday, a balloon arrangement with a teddy bear and chocolates and some basic grey paper. A bunch of girls from SJ went together and organized it all. I feel so honoured to be counted as one of their friends. I got to talk to geminigirl (Carrie) yesterday as well, she is one of the sweetest people I know. Thanks for calling.
Read more

Back to school

Image
DD first day of grade three is today. She is very excited to be going back, and hoping she gets her dream teacher. There was a fiasco last year at the start of school and DD started with her dream teacher and then they moved her twice more and she ended up with a split teacher room. This year she hopes she gets Mrs. K, for good. I hope the school has their act together this year. She didn't want me to drive her, she didn't want me to follow the school bus, she wanted to do it on her own just like last year. She was happy to have mom wait at the bus stop with her though.
Read more