Mary Panza

Thinly Veiled

Speaking to the binge.  What feelings were being drowned in a Boston cream cake?  I was four.   Knowing the world as I now do.  Wondering why the bad guys ALWAYS win.  Why?  Do you know? They prosper.  They have homes and kids and adoring wives.  Summer camps on perfect lakes. Money to retire.  His children don’t know the life I was left with after he raped me.   My idea of “normal” and don’t tell me there is no “normal” because we all know there is. 

I think we are all hungry.  For Justice, for redemption, to be heard, for revenge?

I’m old enough now to be a grandmother to my inner child.  My apology to the world has zero net carbs.  

 

 

I am Mary Panza.