You are on my mind constantly. Don't flatter yourself; because all I feel is sadness, disappointment, anger, resentment,. . .lonely. I always thought you were so full of life, adventure, courage, hope. I guess I saw what a mother is supposed to see in their children; what I wanted to see. . .NEEDED to see. … Continue reading For the Second One
Sitting here at the therapist office waiting on my daughter and then off to the doctors office for her check-up. Before we left the house, she asked if we were also going to the store so she could pick up a new balance ball. If we were going to then she was going to return … Continue reading Finding The Me In Me
The silence, yet deafening, speaks volumes. I know, I know, its a cliche', but damn my life if it is not so true. My OCD drives me to check my email, and messenger CONSTANTLY, to see if you responded, to see if you are online. And who am I fooling but myself? You never cared. … Continue reading Arms Length
It was a forced encounter through employment. You were merely an escort I was required to have. You made me nervous. Even just seeing you across the floor, or knowing you were working made me nervous. You called me intimidating, but I was the one intimidated. Our conversations were awkward at the very least. All … Continue reading I Need to Say Goodbye
From the moment we are born our family celebrates our life. Christenings, birthdays, baptisms, to naming ceremonies. Every year when the day you were born comes around life is a party. Even as we get older, as we make a fuss at hitting our forties, or fifties; making the fuss, again makes our birthday a … Continue reading Birthday to Anniversary
Three years ago this December I didn't answer my phone, I didn't reply back. I didn't need to be bothered. Three years ago this December I lost you to suicide. We had only met months before at a new job I started. We became friends almost instantaneously. Two peas in a pod, never a dull … Continue reading I didn’t answer . . .
We "crazy" people are not afraid to question. Why do we go through life like little toy soldiers: sleeping, getting up going to work, coming home, going to sleep just to get up and do it all over again? Why do we settle for that? People think they have control over thier lives; I call … Continue reading Unbroken (part two)