Many have said I should just walk away because I shouldn’t be treated this way but something keeps me “glued” to my spot. Maybe it’s because I’m so damn loyal to those that I would leave behind or fear that I might end up in a similar spot no matter where I go, that I don’t start walking? I wonder if it’s the success that would be taken away that keeps the adhesive so strong? Could it be that I subconsciously fear I’ll find more cracks in my own mirror upon such a journey or that others have lead me to this Cinderella thought pattern? In the end I believe it’s the dependents that would suddenly out of know where break to independence that has me continuing this travel around circles. No matter what though this road will be taken with my feet on the ground or six feet under and sometimes the pain I’m going through wears me down to the shovel.