Sunday, 22 May 2016

The Devil at the crossroads


My old friend Pete (Bog) looked me in the eye as the tears rolled down my face once more and said 'Steph?' Pause for dramatic effect. 'It's time to go home'.  He said it with such concern and love that the sobs came then from the depth of my soul. At that moment I let go of the months of pain, heartache, teary conversations and down right torture. It was time to face the facts! It was time stop beating myself up. I had to come to terms and make peace with my situation.  It was time to go home - or was it?