By my own admission…you taught me so many things.
Lessons I will always carry with me. Like how to shut down during a disagreement because silence was so much better than the mockery of words I tried to speak out loud.
You taught me to be tough…not to cry…because crying is ugly.
I learned to be cold…to live without a hand in mine…because the warmth of your touch was only felt when you wanted to fuck me.
You showed me how it felt to be lonely when I wasn’t alone.
You taught me how a feeling of worthlessness can come from just a few words.
I learned that a caged bird can still sing a sweet song…especially when it’s time to fly.
These lessons…I deconstructed and reshaped them into courage…strength…beauty…and passion. Thank you for teaching me that I deserve so much more than what you had to offer.
Shawna Heaton, aka Priss, is just a girl with some words. Words that spent entirely too long locked up inside. She’s a mom…grandma…aspiring writer…gym junkie…and all around smart ass. She’s on a journey…she doesn’t know where to but she intends to enjoy the ride.
Follow her extraordinary journey at S.L. Heaton