I Love

You may talk about me behind my back. 

I love.

You may judge me harshly having never walked in my shoes.

I love.

You may erroneously think you know me.

I love.

You may feel I’m a poor excuse for a mother.

I love.

You may feel I’m a dreadful wife.

I love.  

You may fear my expansion.

I love.

You may not like who I am.

I love.  

You may call me a complainer.

I love.

You may find me distasteful.

I love.

You may mock me.

I love.

You may not understand me.

I love.

You may question my character.

I love.

It’s the only thing  

to do. 

I

love.

You.

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