He said, tell me about your life, and it was a simple request, self. You had a scripted response, bland and concise, the version without tears.
I swear, if you say it again... I know you told me. I know. I know. I know. But that doesn't fix anything, does it? I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted. I'm sorry I'm weak. I'm sorry I don't function the way you want, the way you expect. I'm sorry I've been broken. I'm... Continue Reading →
Trigger warning: This post contains an extensive discussion of cheating and divorce as well as several instances of strong language. I remember a time when I stood up for you, mother dear. You had worked long hours on a concrete floor, and your fibromyalgia had flared up so badly you had collapsed into bed. I... Continue Reading →
Trigger warning: This post contains an extensive discussion of stalking and brief references to unwanted sexual attention.
Boys - I see you See your hands over hers, push the swing higher and higher She trusts you not to let her fall. I am proud of you. Boys - I see you See your hunger as you crowd around my table after basketball with your father, spaghetti and garlic bread heaped onto plates... Continue Reading →
Let me begin by saying, Grandmother, that if you're reading this, I'm sorry. I asked you to unfollow this blog. I asked you to step back. If you're reading this, it's your own fault. I warned you. But then, maybe you need to read this. Maybe you need to hear what I have to say. ... Continue Reading →
Warning: This post contains a brief discussion of suicidal ideation and an extensive discussion of unwanted sexual attention.
Didn't see that coming. Oh well. Try again next time. Next life. Next time I am something. The end. This is just a blank wall that I'm staring at, wondering what it means. What is this. Why. She screamed, you know. It hurt. Ripped me in two pieces, two halves of an infant child floating... Continue Reading →