A walk through life: learning, growing, sharing.
Lets discuss marriage. The good, the bad, the ugly.
It occurred to her that she had not fully, unbiasedly, trusted him for a little over a decade, now.Not since the first time he broke her heart. A little voice inside her whispered cautionary tales.Perhaps, the trust was incomplete, in some ways, since the very beginning.She was never one to believe in happy endings. It… Continue reading Detective: pt 3 (Universes)
I want real dates, regularly. Once a week at first then can be once every two weeks as we see each other and talk more in every day life.Dates with effort in conversation, politeness, fun, grooming and attire. Be creative. Be chilvirious.The point of a date is to pursue and court me, in an effort… Continue reading Relationship ideals
I needed to feel all the terrible things, know that was safe, and know that was okay. Instead I got a room full of strangers with solemn faces, hugs, pats, words of encouragement, platitudes. Pleas for strength. Bravery. Strength. From a child.What I needed was to be taken unto Jesus's knee. To be treated the… Continue reading Revised musing
Shout out to this man and his deep words. Worth a listen. Open your hearts. Engage your mind. https://www.facebook.com/wanpoetry/videos/539247503325131/ @wanpoetry
Do you know an empath? A sensi? A crier? An 'unstable' person? Is there a person in your life who feels things too deeply... Who cries at the drop of a hat.. Who is passionate about all things? Who often can't seem to settle down or be happy with the way things are? Then, you… Continue reading PSA, Highly Sensitive Persons
It will make you squirm Make you wriggle like a worm Jump and jiggle -like there’s germs! Feels like a creepy crawly no one can see Over, Under and In-between! scratch, scratch -itchy me Behind the ears, behind the knee Inside the elbow, on the cheek Sometimes even my hands and feet! Lichenification’s the term,… Continue reading An ode to Eczema
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
I can feel it coating my bones, like, hells equivalent of a delightful, brittle chocolate shell. Divorce. It may not be this month, or next. Nonetheless, it stalks me as the devil his quarry. Perhaps they are one in the same. I've fought it. Oh, how I have fought. Every fiber of my being wishes… Continue reading November: Despondence
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