Yesterday I posted a paragraph (only 258 words) on Facebook that I had waited twenty years to tell my nephews and explain why I had to be so distant all these years and how sad I was about that. One of them had read my post “the suitcase didn’t matter” and made a comment about it that took me back to a misunderstanding that I hadn’t been able to explain at the time because they were too young. It felt really good to finally open up and share my story.
Here is the tree that will not get cut tomorrow, because of my post on Facebook yesterday.
Here is the gate I may never use again since this tree will not be cut down tomorrow because of the post I made on Facebook yesterday.
Here I am today, realizing that the only people who might have helped me cut down that tree, are not going to want to talk to me for months maybe years because they blame me for posting on Facebook.
Here are the names of the person or people who misunderstood what I said on Facebook and instead of commenting or asking about the post, decided to harass the only people who might have helped me cut down that tree, but are not going to want to talk to me for months or years because it’s all my fault I posted on Facebook.
Oh well, I guess it does sort of artistically symbolize how I feel right now. Thanks tree :).
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