Rain, Rain, Go Away

I do not want to sit and reflect.

The actions of this past weekend have left me empty.

Within 48 hours I had a terrible lovers' quarel and the biggest event of personal disrespect. The first originally seemed so devistating until the latter came into existance.

I've been pouring energy, time, money, food and love into an individual for a year now. Last night I introduced him to the core of my being. My family and church. In turn he spat. He spat on me, my family and my church. Both verbally and in his physical actions.

You really can not help those that don't first want to help themselves. A morally bankrupt person is even worse though. You can express your hurt because of their actions and it doesn't even leave an abbrasive mark on their thick hide.



Rain, rain, go away.
Come again, some other day...