
My stars for today Thursday 28th June 2007
"Too long lately you have been living in a world made of modelling clay. You keep coming up against propositions that are apparently practical or situations that seem solid. They look right, they give the correct impression, yet when you try to get to grips with them, they turn out to be infuriatingly malleable. Subject them to the slightest pressure and they give way. That's really not what you want and especially from a supposed source of support. Now, though, you are back in a world that is more real and reliable. "
So Jonathon thinks I live in a world of modelling clay. You know what?
I totally agree with him.
From an outsiders perspective my life would appear perfect with a doting husband and father that does so much more than any normal husband.
From an outsiders perspective my life would appear to be grand with many opportunties to attend VIP functions such as grand openings and balls.
From an outsiders perspective my life would appear carefree with no financial problems and fabulous cars, a grand house and annual holidays.
My world......... delicious pastel shades of modelling clay, forming multi faceted shapes that give the nightscape a mystical and magical appearance, a place so appealling that you just want to be a part of it. You could only ever dream of a life like Kate and Charlie's, a fantasy world, a life and relationship that you are truly jealous of. He is every woman's ultimate dream. Why can't you have a man like that?
Oh, how well Charlie has manipulated that clay. How perfect is the sculpture that he has created to fill the sweetly perfumed and perfectly manicured rose garden.
And how wonderful the picture perfect garden looks whilst looking at it through rose coloured glasses.
All it took was one outsider looking in to destroy that rose garden because SHE wanted my life. SHE thought my life was all champagne and caviar. SHE thought she had the right to take from that silver tray. SHE thought she deserved it.
And in the process of sneaking those delicacies from that tray, the infrastructure of my world gave way and became a pile of modelling clay. No longer was it delicately coloured, but one giant ball of grey undefineable material.
My world ........bits and pieces of everything intertwined, a giant ball of nothing.
My world ........a world of false hope and broken promises, a world of anger and bitterness, a world of resentment and harsh words, a world of shattered dreams and feelings of emptiness.
My world ........a world of insecurity and distrust, a world of hate and dissatisfaction, a world of dishonesty and betrayal.
Oh, how well he has manipulated that clay. He has formed new buildings with that clay, new buildings to fill the cityscape once again, new buildings that appear just as appealling as the last lot that filled the sky. New buildings that are enticing, that appear to be apart of a fantasy land once again.
But this time I see the cracks.
