No, I don’t mean those puppy dog eyes meant to manipulate someone. The sad eyes I am talking about are my own.
For at least two years my eyes looked sad in nearly every photograph. My smile was only a shadow of the happy person I once had been. All my dreams for the future were slowly murdered by the one who promised to dream with me as he leached hope from me.
My sad eyes make me so angry!
Hyde, you are a miserable creature. Your heart is so small and miserly and you cannot grasp that happiness has nothing to do with money or comfort. You hid our finances from me, but you couldn’t break me that way, so you went after my dearest hopes. What a lowly coward you are!
God has greater plans in store for me and my son. I was obedient to Him, while you, Hyde, spat in His face. My Father will protect me from lasting harm from you and other evil-minded men. I know this because He opened my eyes, dispelled the lies, and released me from a prison I didn’t even know I was in.
Hyde, your icy stare failed to intimidate the last time you tried to break my will. I knew then that my eyes weren’t sad, but strong.
My eyes were once sad for want of Hyde’s love, but that’s not true anymore. My eyes are tired now, but the day is soon coming where they will sparkle again. That’s something to smile about! ☺