I read a wordpress prompt today – two plus two equals four. The writer mentioned, rather than thinking of it as just a lame prompt share the first thing that comes to mind on reading it.
Two plus three didn’t end up equalling five in our case.
Two adults had three children and along the way it got ugly. Disconnected. Love lost. Tide turned. Etc etc.
One adult down.
One plus three still didn’t add up to four in the end. Sadly.
Estranged. That’s a word I hate. A word I never thought I’d have to relate to this self.
So there you have it. One plus two equals three; or two plus three equals three. For now. We can always hope that the darkness will end. Boundless heart space for you little boy – prodigal your way home…