‘I am totally alone and always have been’, she thought to
herself as she left, and with it came a sense of relief.
The visit had confirmed her feelings; feelings that she’d
fought for so many years and tried to prove wrong at every turn - that
these people weren’t to be trusted and never had been.
She walked across the park, her emotions swirling; going
from deep pain to the elation of finally having closure, something she had
longed for, for so many years. She had been seen, she had been heard, she had
been acknowledged and that was enough; she could close this chapter now and
move on.
There was going to be fallout as she came to terms with it,
knowing that they weren’t really there for her - never had been, never would
be, but at least she could be sure of one thing: herself, and that was all
that mattered now.
I have been here a few times myself.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds as if this woman has just left a reading of a will for a relative she had been extremely close to. For some reason I sense that she'd been the only one who actually cared about the deceased, and despite the number of times she'd pleaded for help from all the estranged members of the family who had also come to the reading of the will, they never bothered to lift a finger to help her.
ReplyDeleteShe'd had warned them about what might happen, however they always laughed at her, but now, with her getting everything in the deceased estate, she's the one who's laugher now.
So Miranda. Have I gone and read too far into what you've written here. A curious mind wants to know.
I'd love to read your comment on my endeavor for this week,
A bit extreme Robin! LOL Not quite. No wills or deaths.
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