The monster that is the mind.

the ending to my last blog.

I am afraid to face , yet another monster.
I am the girl in front of the monster that is/was the mind of my father.
I am the wife, standing in front of the monster hanging by a rope around the neck of my husband.
I do not trust the monster hidden under the kindness of this man, the monster that will appear in time ( LOL).
My father is kind, my husband was always kind, this man is kind.
Love does not exist until the monster is dead.

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