Broken in Houston.
Just what I said.
We’ve been going on night drives up and down lake shore here in Chicago since forever. Sometimes I cry and sometimes I just drive in silence, sometimes we sing together and drive.
I’ve been going on these drives since I was 19 years old here. With my son now, we’ve lived lifetimes ten times over on these drives.
Tonight, we listened to the same song the entire ride (Gracefully Broken by Tasha Cobbs). Every now and then I felt a little hand on my shoulder.
“You ok, mom?” Yes little one. Just cleansing my soul. Not all tears are bad, and mom’s problems are not yours. He was sleep when we arrived safely back home.
I told a past love last week in Houston, I’m sorry for what I have done to be so disconnected out of my own preservation and my own survival. I had no idea I was hurting anyone. I in fact, thought I was present. I didn’t know.
I loved this man and still do and my heart broke for him. I thought he had the issues but in reality, he could see I needed to heal before I realized it. I just thought he was projecting.
Truth is. We both need healing, on our own.
Maybe I don’t Like how it ended and maybe we were both wrong. But it doesn’t matter. It was God.
