When did I become so cynical / jaded?
Often thought of myself as one who optimistically looked at life – complacency if you will . Now after the past few years – more specifically 2 ½ years, I have found myself to be apathetic
Is the fact that people whom I loved, left me? Or, the fact years have past and I now realize, people don't really care about others. Many just use them as stepping stones, or a side step for their own benefit. Some actually pretend to care, unknowingly, that on the other side there is a heart.
Well there once was.
I don't want to teach my children that, heartless individuals roam about the earth waiting to use/profit from them. Not wanting my children to leave the nest thinking, awfully, but with a filled heart and joyfulness that I once had.
Maybe, I've seen to much pain, hurt, sorrow, abandonment, lies etc.. Or, that fact I've done my share of it and now realizing, that I too, am one of them. Those certain individuals who cast their lies and promises and never fulfill. Am I? Hard on myself, am I not, should I be?
Family has left me. Why? Did I grow up into a person who I wanted to be – destined to be? Free, from guilty cult like organization of men who decide what I do, how I live, what my children's future hold?
Shall I sit and wonder who will die next? My aging grandparents? What about an accident, leaving my last words to a beloved brother - “I'm sorry that's the way I feel about the Governing Body”. I wonder if that will ever happen. Will my sorrow and guilt of those words haunt and kill me?
There's been no accident, but there could be.
I'm tired of living like this – wondering.
I love my family so and this life(aftermath of the cult) isn't really worth it, my freedom has cost me a self imprisonment of doubt and guilt and the dreadful saying “what if.”
What I have done outside the cult isn't what I expected, nor care to continue.
Trying to say......Being alone with my own thoughts and never getting answers as to why things are the way they are – gruelingly cruel to digest.
Sick of being hurt, lied to, ignored and my feelings cast aside as if I never said anything at all. Sick of caring about those individuals. Wanting to hate them - wanting my life back, never to care or ponder of them again.
Guess, I want a lot of things, but they were all simple really. Just caring words, a thoughtful hello, and a sorrowful “real” goodbye.
Can't have everything, now can I?
Alas, back to life.............