Tag: Truth

Burn The Bed

I want to burn my bed. Yes, the entire white queen sized bed. All of it. Poof. Gasoline. Flames. I’d smile. I’d grin. I’d rejoice at watching THAT bed burn. Alas, I’m not strong enough to drag it downstairs. The headboard is heavy. The mattress is awkward. The box spring won’t bend. There are stairs. I certainly can’t set it…

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…

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