Spring Cleaning

As I vacuum the house, I feel the anger building. So I unplug the vacuum cleaner, move some furniture around and turn up the anger. I hate her; she didn't have to leave! My mind is racing. She did this and it's all her fault. I need to stop and pray. I hit my knees and pray for my ex-wife. Then, to clear my head, I get quiet for a short time and I meditate. As my eyes open, I can see the wreckage of my past even more clearly. The house is filthy and in need of a lot of repairs. After two years, the blame falls on nobody's shoulders but my own. The truth is hard to look at sometimes.