As I listen to her life, I realize the anger that is dwelling up inside of her, not for days, weeks, or even years; I am talking about decades of anger. I listen carefully to her words, I watch her body language and I feel her pain, even before I see her tears.

Life was not easy back home, with very stern parents, one income and many siblings, being the oldest meant taking care of the younger ones. As she talks about those days I feel the sentiment of being forced to care for her brothers and sisters.  Leaving no time for her to make friends and have a social life. From what I can understand, through the years her siblings grew up, found their husbands or wives and were able to move on; when she was ready to move, she was much older than the other singles in town. Who is to blame, her parents, society or her own inability to speak up, or get out.

As time marched on as time will do; she did find someone, and they got married; but was it for love, or fear. Was it fear of never finding someone and having the opportunity to have a family of her own? Only she knows the true answer to that question; and only she could have changed the path; a path that she now found herself on, a path she had chosen. With time she began her family her babies were so very cute, but I see in a distance as I look into her eyes, there must have been some good times, but there were definitely some bad and upsetting times. Though the years, I am sure she realized, even though she loved her children, she found herself alone taking care of others!

It is at this time in her life, with age and maturity, I think the anger began to build; never ending it has swelled up deep inside. As woman of the past, she held on to her disappointments and anger, and now the depth of her anger is unknown! Her anger and pain was real, I could feel it pulling me in, clouding my aura, and totally breaking my heart.

Her pain is real, the anger unknown except to me, how do I help thee, without resentment. She pulls me in deeper and deeper, and I know not what to do. I soothe her with my words, and comfort her with my arms, but still her pain is there it will never leave. We’ve included her into our circle of family and friend, as she tries to cling to her own family; wishing she could find the love we give her, from her own circle of friends and family. She is sad, and hurt; I try to take away the pain; but the dwelling anger has become too deep.