A husband had come between us…
an angry, arrogant, insecure husband
who demanded control…and ordered
me to choose…it’s your sister or me.
I still thought he knew best…I was
standing beside him…he was
right after all…she had disrespected him…
right? I chose him…as his wife it was my duty.
No longer welcome in our home…her
overtures of apologies…deemed insincere…by him.
But I grieved, I obsessed…it didn’t feel right.
I love her…he’s wrong…taking this too far.
One night I spoke to her, in defiance, it was
the breakthrough I needed to finally see
the light. His abusive behavior and
control over me was sick and twisted…
he was wreaking my soul. It was the
middle of the end of a sham of a marriage.
I later went to my sister, who was so hurt
and betrayed and asked for forgiveness…
I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m here to listen;
I’ll take your hurt and anger. I love you
dearly…we’ll work this out.
A healing began, a truce and understanding.
I still have my sister…the husband…no armistice day.
Manicddaily (Karin Gustafson) puts forth the idea of peace making today over at dVerse Poets: http://dversepoets.com/2012/11/10/armisticetruce-making-peace-with-poetics/