I wonder …. not how many times you’ve been had. I wonder … not how many dreams have gone bad BUT I do wonder.
I wonder why I feel lonely even when my husband is home.
I wonder why I chose the job I’m doing.
I wonder why I was blessed with three boys but no girl.
I wonder why I stopped playing guitar.
I wonder how someone can look into the eyes of a little girl and rape her.
I wonder how someone can look a terrified individual in the eye and pull the trigger.
I wonder why your childhood will always follow you around. No matter where you go.
I wonder why I love rugby and Tommie does not.
I wonder how Kyla’s mom could just up and move. No plan…just move.
I wonder why diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
I wonder why doing homework, cooking, driving the kids up and down, doctors, friends, concerts, clothes … all became my responsibility.
I wonder why being online is such an addiction for me.
I wonder how Tommie can go through life without it.
I wonder why all things good tend to head straight to the hips,stomach and butt.
I wonder why people are racists.
I wonder why people judge…so quickly.
I wonder ….