Tag: Husband

15 Years His Wife: The End

I’ve danced long enough with metaphors and hints. I circled and paced, eating my hands bloody. The truth is not beautiful and I will not give you splendid adjectives along with breathtaking scenery tonight. My time has come. Let me out of this cage, I rage. You’ve read the good. The facade, and as I type these words I realize…

High Tolerance

Klonopin Klonopin (clonazepam) is a benzodiazepine. Clonazepam affects chemicals in the brain that may be unbalanced. It began in the 7th grade with strep throat and high blood pressure. Doctors couldn’t figure out why  I had stroke level numbers every time they strapped the cuff to my arm. One even told my Mama how she must be getting me worked…

Featured on Huffington Post Today!

The last month, two things have gotten me through each day: my son and writing. It’s never easy to face hurt from your partner, your husband, but I know I am not alone. Men and women cheat. They lie. They bring down homes. My home was no different, nor was it immune. Read more by clicking on the link below:…

Therapist Lady, Libel, And Laughter

The decision had to be made. I got a therapist lady. Y’all don’t have to worry about me as much now. I thought some y’all were starting to worry because my husband cheated on me AGAIN, and this time I had to leave him. I moved in with my mom. I had to carry most of my clothes, make-up, and…

The Breaking News

Unexpected. My body and heart has been hit by a truckload of red hard bricks. This place is quiet. Too quiet for my noisy mind. The thoughts running rapidly, repeatedly. The coffee tastes sweet yet bitter. Life is bitter and sweet. Love is bitter, and surprisingly rarely sweet. The television is on and the talking heads are assessing the constant…

Appalachian Grit

“Hey, Punk, I feel like bleeding tonight.”  Strip it away. Strip away the perception. Rip out the fake hair. Wash away the conditioned, weathered face. Can you see my dark spots? I’ve been living too close to the sun. Burnt up by rays scorching my freckled lace shoulders. Posting filtered images with fake smiles. Trying to paint over those Prozac…

In My Dreams…

In my dreams…        There is a place where the air is clean and pure. Neighbors come from next door welcoming my family to the neighborhood. Our front door is fire engine red, and inside there are boxes waiting to be unpacked. We have moved, this is our new home. The sun is gleaming and the wind is…

The Christmas Conversation

There was a quiet stillness in the bedroom. My arm was numb and heavy from a toddler’s slumber. The child woke up, unable to return to sleep unless he could sleep with me in the ‘big bed’. His head and arms were strewn across my chest as he had fallen into a deep rest listening to the first heartbeat he…

I Hate Sharing A Bed on Redbook Tonight!

Let’s be honest. Let’s talk about our bedroom space. I like mine, I like it ALL TO MYSELF! It doesn’t matter that I am married. My night and early dawn hours are my quiet time. CLICK HERE TO READ:  “I Hate Sharing A Bed With My Husband” Featured on Redbook 

Alive.

I can breathe. The early morning hours announce, “It is time.” Writers, the real ones I know, keep strange bedfellows with those fleeting hours before dawn. I am no different. The clock says 1:34 a.m. and I lay there trying to caress my troubles. There is a fixation on trying to solve every ticking time bomb at an ungodly hour.…

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