She says she wants me to write how I feel when I get overcome. I don't think she understands how hard it is to deal with me when I get overcome though. It is crippling. It is hard to function or even breathe. Harder to put to words. I don't like to feel like this, … Continue reading An Unwanted Double Shot
Family
“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” —Ernest Hemingway
To anyone that knew the two of us, we could not have been any more opposite. As kids, she played with dolls and loved dressing up and wearing makeup. I swung from trees and played with balls in the dirt. As teenagers, she caused absolutely no family drama and I created and caused enough for … Continue reading “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” —Ernest Hemingway
So, we will just roll on with this too. Like we do.
That entire evening is a blur to me. My last detailed memory was us sitting in the waiting room. We were listening to the girl behind us dry heave into the barf bag they graciously provided her. Some children on the other side of the room arguing over a toy fire truck. A man came … Continue reading So, we will just roll on with this too. Like we do.
A Few Good Men(forgot what they stood for)
Sally Bradshaw lives in the small North Florida county that I grew up in. It’s an agricultural community, where many still meet for coffee in the early mornings, attend church on the regular, make casseroles when there is a death nearby, and actually attend family reunions. So it’s no surprise that a lot of the … Continue reading A Few Good Men(forgot what they stood for)
Can SOMEONE Else Do The Bending? For Once.
My counselor suggested at one of our first meetings that I keep a journal. My first thought was, “You, lady, are insane. Hell no. That’s asking for trouble” because frankly my private thoughts are enough to give the devil himself pause at times. I don’t really have a good explanation for it, but generally my … Continue reading Can SOMEONE Else Do The Bending? For Once.
It’s Not Kevlar, But Kryptonite
Breakups are never easy. Not for either party. Regardless of who “caused” it. Regardless of who “initiated” it. Regardless of whose “fault” it is. Nobody spends years with a partner and leaves without some great memories. No matter how bad things were toward the end, there was a bond at some point. There was something … Continue reading It’s Not Kevlar, But Kryptonite
The Coolest Shit That’s Ever Happened To Me
I have always believed that certain events in your life will change the person that you are, regardless of what stage of life you're in when they occur. Having sex for the first time, falling in love the first time, having your heart broken, breaking someone's heart, getting married, getting divorced, finding your soul mate … Continue reading The Coolest Shit That’s Ever Happened To Me
People Are Going To Think You’re a Homosexual: A Reflection on my Childhood
I’ve been listening to an audio book by Brene Brown. It seems, as of Chapter 13, to be a series of talks/teachings that she has given on the subject of vulnerability. So far, most of it has resonated with me far more than I care for it to, especially the points on empathy and shame. … Continue reading People Are Going To Think You’re a Homosexual: A Reflection on my Childhood
There May Be Some Hope After All
Normally, when I see teenagers, I cringe. They make my insides burn my stomach ache. I’m almost fearful of them. They’re always moody, and generally psycho. They can’t help it. Hormones are a bitch. I remember. I was an exceptionally cray teenager. This morning, they surprised me. Then I surprised myself. After our kid drug … Continue reading There May Be Some Hope After All
I Wouldn’t Go So Far As To Say I Was Ever Scared…..
"How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now?" This was a prompt from a Twitter account that I follow. After giving it a little thought, my answer would have to be that I was never just flat-out scared of … Continue reading I Wouldn’t Go So Far As To Say I Was Ever Scared…..
