Tuesday Tales - I'm a Survivor
“When I made this decision, I didn’t have to think. I moved into action mode and wanted to get it done. Now, I wonder, will I ever dance at my sister’s wedding? Will I even be invited?”
“Marty, you’re an incredible man, with a huge heart. I’m only sorry I didn’t see it sooner. I suppose I did, I just pretended it was all a lie.”
I was so torn, I still loved Lola, but, I couldn’t forget what she did. Every time I see Sharlyn, I see Lola. The beautiful younger version, full of the goodness and kindness Lola never had. I knew it from the beginning, but, I’d hope she would change.
People don’t change. “Lola, if I’m lucky enough to be a part of Sharlyn’s life, I don’t know how to do it and avoid you. It kills me so much inside, wanting you so much, loving you so much. I don’ t know how to let go, I long for you down to my soul. You could be the death of me.” Why the hell did I want to say these things? Something about the possibility of death makes people say the words locked within their heart. Lola was locked within my heart, and I was merely a prisoner in hers.
“We have to think Sharlyn will pull through this. She has to. I won’t accept anything less.”
A knock on the door interrupted anymore drivel I would spout to Lola. It didn’t do any good.
“So, Marty, how are you today?” The doctor eyed Lola. I don’t believe a person alive could ignore her.
“I’m okay, still sore, but, I’m not complaining.”
“You still have a fever, we will have to keep you until we make sure the infection is gone.”
“I understand, doc, it is what it is.” I had to ask, I could only hope he’d tell me. “How is Sharlyn?”
The doctor sighed, flipping through a clipboard. “She’s fighting, that girl is a fighter for sure. I can’t say much more.”
Dear Lord, Sharlyn may have more of Lola’s best than I ever realized. A fighter. Just like her momma.