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It’s been a long road of broken partnerships. Now, at the ripe age of sixty, I finally see the thread that ran through my disappointing and hurtful romantic choices. I had always found the wounded and the angry ones exciting. Oh my, the electricity dance moms episode endless compromises. Today, I have found myself with a happy man. So simple, so drama-free, and so damn exciting. I would love a poem that addressed the journey that can lead to companionship and the love that can come when lives have been lived and time seems to be palpably limited.

I’m the mother of two young, beautiful boys and I’m devastated that I think my relationship with their father has to end. We bring out the worst in each other. I feel guilty, and sad that their little electricity youtube billy elliot world is about to shift so drastically. I don’t want them to suffer because their parents have forgotten how to love each other. But I also have a sliver of hope that maybe, after I recover, I’ll be able to be the happy, playful mother I expected to be. Do you think that’s possible?

To answer your question plainly: yes, of course it’s possible you’ll now be able to recover into a happier, more joyful mother. I’d go so far as to say I expect it’s even gas leak east los angeles likely. You’ve come to the difficult but, from the sounds of it, necessary decision to extricate yourself from a partnership that is no longer serving you or your boys. Over time, I expect you’ll be able to focus the resources (temporal, psychic, financial) you had been spending to keep your relationship afloat onto celebrating your own triumphs, and the triumphs of your boys.

I am a middle school English teacher. I love my job, my subject, my classroom, and, of course, my students. But this is an utterly one-sided love; my students are alternately bored or tortured by my presence. So often, I feel as if I am pouring all my emotion, creativity, and intellectual passion into a void. Yet I cannot be resentful, because of course I should have no expectation that sixty-four young adolescents would be brimming electricity electricity music notes with appreciation for the work I do or for my devotion to them. And yet … and yet … some days I just wish I could read a poem that captures the heartbreak of the teacher who loves electricity worksheets ks1, but is not loved in return. Does this poem exist?

Of course, it’s a professor in the poem, but Edson’s poem works doubly well for K–12 teachers. I remember so clearly that interminable, thankless stretching. I remember too the condescension from my friends in other disciplines—how I graded into the night and their tone when they said, “Oh, it’s so good that you do that,” the way they’d commend someone for picking up a piece of litter on the side of a road.

Of course, sometimes, as you know, they surprise you—a shockingly exemplary work from your most vocal antagonist, or an earnest and heartfelt letter from the student who never spoke in class. That’s the gas in the tank. Your first priority should be caring for yourself so that you can continue to find those moments that make all electricity transmission the stretching worthwhile, to build a sustainable pedagogy that’ll keep you from “snapping” like Edson’s teacher.