Writings

Peanut Butter

It sometimes boils down to the type of PB you like.

But many of the people I love love crunchy and I have been focused on creamy for a few years.

My middle child loves crunchy but she never says that. Just goes along with whatever is bought. She is the most like me. Never demands a thing just happy for whatever although inside she has anxiety.

And a sadness that comes from no one really knowing her or seeing her. I am making assumptions here because that is most like me.

Sitting back wanting to be loved and seen but never a burden.

I don’t know how to be any other way but I try. I try to be vocal about what I want but mostly I just want them to be happy so I. A feed off of that happiness.

Whether that is PB, love, connection, sex, it doesn’t matter. I just want to be a part of it.

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