I wonder

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 ….