Living with Teen Boys

One Last Time

I closed the bedroom door making sure not too make any nose, everyone was either sleeping or finishing the pudding. I walked over to my bed and sat down taking a deep breath. I took a piece of paper out of my bedside table drawer and began too write.

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours. Leaving home ripped away those pillows leaving me hurt and vulnerable. Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful... But now the truth doesn't hurt as much. It may be hard but I have everyone to help me. Now my new family are my shields, my shields against reality. Without them I would be nothing, that's why I owe them so much, they don't seem to understand how grateful I am.

Thank you.