Reticent Mental Property

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A Rat’s Ass


When you know he truly doesn’t care, it’s a bit of a shock.

Indifference? It’s more.

It’s the kind of uncaring that is defined by a dismissal of physical pain, a dismissal of someone’s need for help, care, assistance in a time of medical need. It’s a time when you throw out your back and you know he has vicodin but he says he’s out.

THEN you know he couldn’t give a flying fuck.

And that is the point when you stop feeling agony about making life-changing decisions for both of you.

It’s the time when you realize there is no going back to your old life.

It’s the time when you know you are no longer a human being to him but instead, just a distraction, a pain in the ass, a foregone conclusion, the mere mother of your shared children.

And that is a relief.

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7 comments on “A Rat’s Ass

  1. thruthemist
    April 4, 2017

    Hugs Ret….I have experienced this also. Time to put your best high heels and walk away in style 🙂 That is not to say it is easy….nothing ever really is. You’ve got this in spades.


    • Ret MP
      April 4, 2017

      Thanks mist. It’s a complex process. I am battling against all conditioning, and unhealthy but comfortable things. I shall prevail.


  2. Marty
    April 4, 2017

    Onward and upward. And btw you do have a lovely ass


  3. distantshipsmoke
    April 5, 2017

    Go day to day, you’ll work it out, Kiddo.


  4. Ret MP
    April 5, 2017

    It’s worked out one day. Then not the next! but I’m optimistic.


  5. The Muscleheaded Blog
    April 6, 2017

    It’s an explanation, perhaps, but no comfort.


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