Every day since I have broken down and cried. The guilt alone is eating me up inside. Why oh why did you pick that place to hide? It's lonely and quiet without you by my side. If I could go back, I know I'd have tried, to not be the reason you left us and … Continue reading Joe
It has been a tough couple of weeks. I feel like I am trying to hold everything together, but the harder I try, the worse it all gets. It is like I am holding this ball of yarn, with the intentions of making a sweater. But as I try to begin to unwind it, the … Continue reading It’s a Sweater
Our friend is dying, this is not fair! A life so full of energy, just taken away. A brother, a son, and a father..... this is not fair for the poor little girl. A slow death, snuffing out the light of a man who truly cares about his friends and his family. No, this … Continue reading Unfair
I didn't even get an invitation to my step-brother's wedding. I don't know why I was kept off of the guest list, and this has left me sad and confused. The more I think about it, the sadder I seem to get. My dad married his mom almost 20 years ago, and with that union came … Continue reading Heartbreaking Reality
In light of yesterday's horrific events in Paris, everything seems so trivial now. The grocery shopping, the bills that need paid, the laundry, etc. Nothing seems to match the scale of importance as all of the lives senselessly taken yesterday. I have the same feelings that I had on 9/11. Same fear, same anger, same … Continue reading Terror Among Us
When you say something extremely hurtful, and then say "just kidding" afterwards, it is still hurtful. You wouldn't have said it in the first place, if you weren't already thinking it. Saying just kidding as an afterthought is just patronizing. Food for thought on a Monday.
I wonder how I would have been, if I'd never asked you to visit. If I'd left well enough alone. If I'd have just forgot your face. I wonder how I would have been, if you'd never stolen from me. If you'd have stayed away. If you'd have heard me say no. I … Continue reading I’m a Survivor
Where do you go when you're gone? Leaving us here all alone. Maybe you think I'm blind, But I know I'm falling behind, I don't ask because I know what I'll find. Where do you go when you're gone? Nevermind.
My mom forgot my son's birthday. You read that right. She plain forgot. She does every year. She can remember my two daughters' birthdays, but can never remember my son's. I hate it, and I hate the sadness that it brings. I watch him get excited for the mail to come, and each day that … Continue reading Some Things Just Sting a Little More….