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A Christmas Story
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A Christmas Story |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
She painted a perfect picture of a happy family of her skiing gracefully down a Czech hill our minds craft an image of a mother, her husband her sister and her husband sitting at a table in a rough wooden cottage looking pub as their baby sister in her 20's has fun, swerving, curving to and fro. a hot cup of Svarzak (hot wine) smiling laughing, watching the girl go A Perfect Picture a picture perfect Christmas new skis... and here is where the story goes... awry She says she hasn't been skiing in 10 years said she has had these for years said they're new, because... she never tested them. Why would you wait until this year? Why would you never test them, use them? Why would you call them new? and there is more... in Czechia, it is warm there is no snow on those hills it is a fantasy, a lie there is no proof in the pudding no photos for the pie. She hurt him, left him alone on Christmas ignored him, as he had no friends no family trapped in a tiny country with nowhere to go Said, his heart will heal in time she has had the same experience as he and yet... She put him through it as she says, she is not angry for he did nothing to make her angry the truth is... She is crazy. Borderline Personality Disorder He and the Psychologist agree on the diagnosis What is the truth? Where is she? What is she doing? She writes, but won't answer the phone. She could be at home filing her fingernails to the bone or stabbing herself with a fork again These are all questions we may never know of a love romance gotten derailed by a mind that fails A Christmas Story |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
One of the most helpless feeling I guess I have had in a long time surrounded me as I read this. "A Christmas Story," Indeed, martiniat8. You have two choices in life: You can stay single and be miserable, or get married and wish you were dead. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
This poem kind of forces you down the page, even though you know something bad is going to happen... It is just one of those things you can't look away from. I am ALL too familiar with loved ones, and psychological disorders... so this resonated with me on a much deeper level. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"She could be at home filing her fingernails to the bone or stabbing herself with a fork again" Wow. Heart-wrenching read. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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