The Day the Rug Stood Up

The following has been sitting in my draft folder for the longest. It never seemed to be the right timing. I feel someone desperately needs to hear this today. You are not a rug, my dear! You are so much more worthy than all of what you are going through or have already been through.

He told you that you were not enough. She made you feel unloved, uncared for. God knows right where you are. There is healing for your soul! You are cherished. And you are enough. You are loved.

You are a child of the King!

A rug is something people stand on or walk all over. A doormat.

A rug is a thing not a person.

Ms. Susie Homemaker had been taught differently. The wife set the temperature in the home, made sure the husband didn’t get angry. Everything must be perfect. She and the children walked on pins and needles most days.


He was Mr. Fix-It. Men are suppose to love their wives as Christ loved the church. Put her needs and the children before his own. He worked long hours to cover the maxed-out credit cards from her massive shopping sprees. But it was never enough. If Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!


Ms. Susie Homemaker tried so hard to make sure the kids had not left any toys in the driveway or there wasn’t any trash strewn or holes dug in the yard by the family dog. The shovel had been replaced back into the shed from filling the fresh holes in with dirt. She did not want to set Moody Man off.

“Kids, get your stuff picked up quickly, your father will be home any second.” A truck door slams outside, kids scramble to snatch and grab their things, running to get to their bedrooms in time.

The front door bursts wide open, slamming against the wall and the screaming begins. “I thought I told you to keep that bleeping dog from digging holes in the bleeping front yard. Where are the kids? Get them out here. They’re gonna pick up the yard today.” (She had missed just one hole)

“But they have finals tomorrow—

“I don’t give a bleep what they got! They’re gonna stop being lazy and do something around here for a change!”

Neither Ms. Susie Homemaker, nor Mr. Fix-It had been told or could even fathom the concept of a rug standing up. It had always been placed on the floor, and that is where it would stay. Don’t want to upset the eggs in the basket.

Empty Love

(poem from the view of a spouse of a narcissist or addict)

Love is patient

Love is kind

Fairytale dreams

Love is blind.

Dreams hoped

Things missed

Naive, nonsense

Empty kiss.

Could have

Had it all

Should of listened

To His call.

Love deferred

the heart made sick


Cuts deep, quick.

What is love

Suppose to be?

I do not know….

Not meant to be.

by: Renee Greene

Rock of Ages

(poem from the view of a child raised from narcissist or addict parents)

Rock of ages cleft for me, can you love someone like me?

I don’t think Mommy or Daddy loved me very well, why else would I have lived in that hell?

Rock of ages cleft for me, nothing like them do I want to be.

Save from wrath and make me pure, why did I go through this and endure?

Could my tears forever flow, I do not feel worthy of this I know.

While I draw this fleeting breath, I feel trapped within this net.

Nothing in my hand I bring, can you change me and make me clean?

by: Renee Greene

I love you, my friend. Sometimes the rug must stand up! We lose so much when we lose ourselves. If we can find the courage to find ourselves again, we can rise above our circumstances.

It helps to have an outlet. Someone we can talk with. A support system. I pray you find the healing you need. And a friend to share in the journey. 🙏🏼💕