Burn These Words (Infinity)

Cy Twombly

Most couples, I think, seem to have their words.

You know, their nicknames of affection.

(Or maybe that's only when you fall in love too young. Too naive. In error?)

Dude and I had words.

Words that were just between him and I,
in the alone times, the quite times, the private times.
In the good times.

Pookie.

And, infinity.

These words made us giggle. They made us tear up.
They were salutations. And whispers.

Today, I find these combination of letters, the sideways 8, absolutely ridiculous and revolting.

I think it's time to do something dramatic with these words.

Like I don't know, burn them for all of their foolishness.

A word as silly as Pookie couldn't ever stand the test of time or withstand the struggles of good times and bad, richer, poorer, 'til death.

And Infinity needed a stronger love.  It needed trust. Respect. It needed strength.

I don't need Dude for endless love and happiness.

I don't need infinity.

The High Road (Initiation is Brutal)

Martin Wehmer

"I promise you that someday, you will look back at this chain of events and chuckle - feeling proud you made it through by taking the high road. 

You are a beautiful, dynamic, classy woman who will win this race with elegance."

 ~ Sherri, Founding Member

*

Seven months in. The calendar a blur. 

Initiation into this club is exhausting, physically and mentally. 

My body aches with the stress and fatigue of worry.

Our kids, my bank account (current balance: $84), the house, the lawyer bills, 

the car, the lawyer bills again?

And anger. 

Dude, who so quickly ran away wants to live a simpler life. 

A bargain of a simpler life.

So I fight.

I cling to Sherri's words.

I run it off.

I hug our children.

Get some rest.

Keep going.

Oh, how I'm longing for the day when can I look back at this,

the day that I can look down at him,

from my perch on the high road.

~