When you called me...
I just looked at the caller Id
and
it reminded me.
Reminded me of all the bull you put me through.
The backwards ass truths and deceiving deception.
The phone calls from other women that made me change my phone number.
The 10 different baby mothers.
The never ending paternity test.
The humiliation.
When you called me....
I just looked at the caller Id
and
it reminded me.
Reminded me of the late nights when you said you had football practice, and you were really out with her...and her...and the other one.
Never treated me like I was the one you wanted.
Kept me home alone on your away games
Just so you could be with your woman of the hour.
The memories hit me hard and all i can do is thank god.
when you called me....
I just looked at the caller id
and
it remminded me.
Reminded me of the abuse.
The beating you gave when I put the evidence in your face.
The rage that you showed me when I wanted to leave.
The broken bones.
The x-ray scans
I cant walk out of the house because I dont want the neighbors to see.
When you called me....
I just looked at the caller Id
and
it reminded me.
Of the two beautiful boys you gave me.
The things they saw you do and how the protected me from you.
Two boys I know will grow up to be amazing men because they never want to be like you.
When you called me...
I Just looked at the caller Id
and
sent you to voicemail.
I wont miss my plane and you can go to hell.
A contest entry
- When you called me... by 2lullabyhaven.
650 points, ended November 19, 2008, 37 entries
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Comments
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You don't need him. It is hard to leave all yiu had with him but you don't need that treatment and bravo to your boys who stood up to you. Thank you for sharing your piece with me.
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This piece, and others I've read.
You know, Miss Isys, I don't think you're getting the recognition you deserve. While there's a fair amount to put right, or at least improve, your writing is riven with genuine pain - that of someone (as Hume said of Rousseau) stripped not just of their clothes but their skin, too; then thrown out to face the elements.
My real point is that this is not common or garden "Emo". You feel things deeply.
You need to learn how to trim, then condense the overlaid expressions of particular emotions. Make them shorter, though in doing so make them sharper. Rephrasing would help but knowledge of apter word choices would help more. Good luck. Peter. -
Wow, this takes me back to my first marriage,thanks for your entry and good luck in my contest
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