The Corner.


What waits for us, is it a long way to the corner or is it near. The corner of life I have turned so many times, the happy corner and sad. Will there be another one, two or three, give me a surprise, or a shock. The corner will be a long one or short, a learning curve. A lesson in life, a meaning.

We approach without knowing when or if it will happen. I once never give it a thought only to turn it all of a sudden and find myself in another situation. One that would better me in life give me another chance, a chance to rectify something.

The corner may not be in sight or in mind but beware it can hit you when you least expect it, when your at your happiest bringing you back down to earth with a bang. It will make you think differently about life be grateful what you have and realise how lucky you are.

One minute your smile turns to grief where did that come from, I didn’t see that coming. Maybe it is planned and someone presses a button to make it happen just to test you and see how respond. Or maybe the corner is just a fact of life wee all have to live with, wait for.

It has changed me in so many ways, the once military man wanting everything in its place in my new home I worked hard at for years to get. Not a spec of dust on the floor. A magazine left on the sofa. One cup left without being washed, no glass for me to drink out of. The towel on the floor, the toilet seat left up, toothpaste left open.

Windows with streaks in, a door left open, cushions not puffed up when you leave your place, shoes left where they were taken off upside down not together. Coats on a rail to many for mine to fit on. Soap left in water, pots left in cold water, slamming my new car door or any car door as I worked hard to get my new car, not using the handle on a door in the house just slamming it to, only to be asked later can you fix the door it won’t shut.

Lights left on, a tap dripping an over tightened tap you can’t turn another job in the making waiting for another repair. Dropping into my lovely Sofa only to brake the frame as my mate did on my hand made sofa on Christmas, only to laugh and say it’s ok.

Then I turned the corner, on my own, 23 years a family sitting in my new house on my own with no speck of dust, no more magazines left on the sofa. Towels in there place, any cup I want any glass to drink out of as I poor my Red Wine. My doors don’t slam anymore there is only me using them. I close my new car door not worried about the passenger door slamming as there’s not one there.

I wake up to a clean house emmaculate all from top to bottom, carpets with not a spec on. Remotes where I left them lined up together like soldiers. A wine bottle my memory of the night before. My door handles closing as I pull down on them thinking no more repairs to be done. My toothpaste is full with the top on. I have a choice of cup or glass to drink out of.

I Didn’t See That Coming.

The corner hit me so hard all my hours spent making our home a loving one having everything just right worrying over nothing, moving the left magazine instead of saying goodbye to my Son leaving for school. Getting into a rage about not having a cup to drink out of, causing a atmosphere through something so trivial. Not knowing when to stop drinking, small things that upset me but to my family didn’t hurt anyone or mean anything.

You could say I caused my Corner but never thought I would make it happen. Yes it was fatal corner one that would change my life forever a corner I could not go back and come around it again and change it, but a corner that would teach me that little things don’t matter, little things that can be replaced, don’t hurt anyone are not that important.

I may turn another corner in life again but I will not be the cause of it and will deal with it with my Ruth by my side, and overcome it.

My Corner.

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