First campmate

She rolled up just left her husband of 18 rolley polley years of turmoil wanting to make something of herself. At first I was open armed welcoming her into my hovel. Arms still wide I hear glimpses of promise mixed with constant dominant brainwashing blurps of doubt. My fearlessness gives her strength she says. I’m working on it. Trusting that I’m helping one who truly needs help and giving with no further expectation than a thank you. I barely keep myself from falling off the tracks. Maybe I have needed a new focus. Being the rock.

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