Gwendolyn Anders was being deconstructed. No one else could tell the forty-five year old divorced woman was falling apart. She couldn’t afford to let anyone know. She had to keep moving, go to work each day, make sure her two kids got to and from school, did their homework, ate healthy meals, made it to soccer practice.
She did her best to adhere to the “supermom” stereotype, and as far as the rest of the world was concerned, she was successful.
Inside where no one could see, she was bleeding to death.
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Oh yes this was me…until the universe made me stop.
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Glad that you were alert to calls from the universe.
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Hmmm even the picture Reena
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The intensity of the picture is the source of all good writing.
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Yes, thank you Reena
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Thanks for the reblog.
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