No games

When I decided to change my life I knew it would be a struggle. I left 80% of my income when I left him. Packed up my dreams,my 20% and my kids and headed to another state. I’ve encountered obstacles I hadn’t planned on and faced family and friends who doubt my strength and my passion for whatever is ahead of me. I’ve faced those who are so used to me helping them that when it became time to return the favor they realized they aren’t even close to my caliber of a human being. And that’s okay… we aren’t all the same. I just moved on… kids in tow because they said momma we can make it without them….and we will. ..

I came to find him and show him I’m so for real. I took my steps. I showed up. I did my work. He’s still not doing his. And once again I might have to shrug my shoulders and keep it moving because time waits for no one and I don’t have the luxury of wasting time in the first place. 

I can make it with or without you. 

But I don’t want to. 

I don’t play games. I’ve never been a fan of faking. 

The time is now… I’m here.

Where are you?
C L Cunningham 

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