Published by Carrie Reimer
I think everyone at one time or another thinks, "If I only knew then what I know now." I share my life experiences in hopes a few less people have to look back and want a "do over". Through my Lady Witha Truck blog I have spent 8 years sharing my experiences while being in an abusive relationship with a man I consider to be a narcissist/psychopath and through my other blog, Reimer Reason I share lessons learned throughout the 60 years of my life. No experience is a waste as long as you learn from it and if I can save someone else making the same mistakes I made, then it makes it all worth while.
I am an expert on my life, not yours, my opinions are my own, not yours, and I enjoy open respectful communication on most topics. If I don't have an answer I will research it until I do.
I have a sweetheart of a dog named Stella, a 4 year old Pitbull, Mastiff cross. I am artistic, enjoy bringing new life to antiques, gardening, refurbishing and repurposing other people's "garbage", reading, writing and being outside in nature.
I have a 34 year old son who I am extremely proud of and a 7 yr old granddaughter I don't see near enough.
I live on welfare after a lifetime of working full time because I have heart failure. I have gone from being a home owner and landlord to being homeless and living in my car.
I continually strive to be the best me that I can be and look at life as a learning experience and an opportunity to learn about other people and myself. Never a dull moment!
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Hi Carrie,
I thought this was an amazing poem and could share here. I’m unsure of the author but believe everyone can relate and it will hopefully inspire as well.
You said we were soul mates
And I wanted to believe
In the story being weaved.
But while gazing
Into the pools of my eyes
You needed the reflection of love
To fill the abyss within
The insatiable darkness
Consuming the light given
Offering only faint shadows
In return.
Yet your twisted vines
Took root in my heart
And I had been groomed
To be a gardener
Of hollow and wounded landscapes.
So I clung
To every glimmer of sun
That seemed to struggle through clouds
That never wept
And never fully thawed
The frost from the soil
Yet still tantalized
When I stood on the edge of defeat
With the allusion
Of what the seeds could become.
And I kept tilling the earth
Exuding warmth with my efforts
Securing fragile tendrils
With caring limbs
Giving nourishment
From my internal spring.
But the promise of buds
Did not flower
From your stunted boughs
For the parched ground
Could not be slaked
And the thirsty spasms of your vines
Pierced me with their thorns
But you did not notice I was bleeding
My life slowly seeping
Until I was a shadow of my self.
They say love heals all wounds
And this is a lesson hard won.
I am no longer tending your landscape.
I am tending my garden instead.
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Thank you for sharing that! The person has obviously been involved with an N. If anyone knows the author please let me know so I can give credit where credit is due.
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