After I'd been talking about spouse, the relationship, what I didn't understand and on and on.. my brother would say... You've beaten that horse to death. Needless to say, I'd glare at him saying he didn't understand.
I'd talk about what I thought was meaningful and important.. up would come up but the frickin' dead horse comment. "Hey, bro, it's MY dead horse and I'll beat if it if I want to!"
I always figured it was a polite way of saying.. Shut up and move on. I'd try but it hurt so much I had to figure it out. If I figured it out, then I'd understand how this happened.
Folks would stay.. "Don't touch the hot stove." What hot stove.. where is it.. I don't get it.. as I was writhing in pain. My brother would say.. "You seem to keep looking for spouse to validate you, say he was sorry.. give you something. He won't." My eyes would roll (again) wondering what the heck he was talking about and of course I wasn't trying to do that!
Guess what.. I was guilty on all counts, repeatedly. Guess what else... it's all part of the journey... we each heal at our own rate. Guess what else else... I am so thankful for having my brother, my friends and support groups in every aspect of my life.
You keep strutting, lady... I've got my pompoms and I'm cheering you on.
