Fight or Flight

Ever since I was a little girl, I always had a plan prepared to run away. Just in case things got too bad, too difficult to handle. Quite honestly, that has followed me into adulthood. Lately that feeling has been coming back. The plotting has begun again. I know where I would go and how I would do it. I'd run so far, so fast, without looking back. Start all over with a new life. A new life. That's a breath of fresh air. This one's riddled with too many mistakes, too many regrets. But what about my mom? I'd send her letters, checks, make sure she's taken care of. It's the least I could do. Everyone else would forget and move on with their lives. They already have.