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Writing as a first love

I admit it was a difficult day and maybe it was all my fault. I think all of us know that place. Writing helps me get it on paper so I can see it. It is at that point not all my fault, because this written text says their is someone out there who wants to take response ability with me. I AM NOT ALONE. That is why I love writing. Even as I type God is looking over my shoulder smiling.
The day started innocently. I woke up. I played my word games. Then came that fateful voice, "open the door", look and see all the stuff. It is like a modern version of the garden of Eden. I asked my wife how is this getting out of here. Thus a spat ensued. You see all that stuff was HER stuff and I thought we were married.

Things got heated. I did not like being on the outside looking in. She kept telling me the only way I could help was to stay out of the way. She sets up how we will move, where we will move and how her stuff will get disposed of. She begins to tell me how much it will cost and I feel lost. It is still her problem, her words and at that point I let her know it is OUR problem. I get my three boxes of books and a suitcase. (The only things "I" need). I head out the door and tell her that I will take care of my stuff and I will take of mine. I tire of the games. To myself("Are we married or not "?). This had been going on for a couple of weeks. HUH!!
I get home I am exhausted and head up to bed. She tells me she has cancelled the plan to be at the townhouse she wanted us to go to. I am ready to sleep right or wrong. I give it all over to you God.
You see I know myself too well. I get to yelling and feel bad afterward. Instead of yelling, I write, I love to write and God is looking over my shoulder smiling. And maybe just maybe you are too. That is why writing is my first love. Good night!!