Coffee Escape 

I’m sitting in Paneras enjoying a nice cup of coffee, escaping life even if just for a moment. Just a moment to be myself, feel the real me for fleeting moment. 

What am I escaping? Roles that don’t seem to fit very well….wife and mother. I feel trapped by my life. The thought of leaving my cozy corner and going home is depressing and overwhelming. But it is my life and I have 3 children that love me unconditionally …why they do, I’ll never understand.

My coffee cup is empty….back to reality.

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2 thoughts on “Coffee Escape 

  1. H was asking me to come home last night. It left me feeling very heavy and sick to my stomach. I love my 3 boys with all my heart but I enjoy my time alone SO much. I completely understand where you are coming from.

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