by Rachael Harter
I miss my dogs. I miss watching them play and run in
our back yard. I miss cooking dinner for my ungrateful husband. I
miss getting up and getting a cold icy soda or beer (no ice).
I miss people...people I want to see. Not these idiots in here.
I miss my make-up and perfume. I miss my clothes and purses and oh god...
my shoes!
I miss my mom. I miss being able to call her and text her. I miss
stopping by for a visit and playing
with her dog. I miss my sister! I miss my niece, nephew.
I miss the way my husband used to look at me, before I was a
"convict-drug addict." I miss the innocence in our relationship.
Of all the things it sucks to know I took them all for
granted when I was out. I miss the opportunity to take advantage
of all these things.
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Wow, Rachael. The way you ended this really threw me for a loop. "I miss the opportunity to take advantage of all these things."
ReplyDeleteThe ability to take life for granted really shouldn't be taken for granted, should it? I'll be thinking of this a lot. Thank you.