Every day of my life, I plan my life according to four life leeches otherwise known as my children. I did everything in my power to make sure they grew up healthy, stable, and happy. Then they had the audacity to grow up. They turned into quasy adult humans who feel empowered to make their … Continue reading Life Transitions
On 4/28/2017 I made the conscious decision to make a change in my life. I weighed 283 lbs and struggled with the most basic of activities. I didn't wear sneakers because I couldn't bend down to tie them. I didn't wear tShirts because the sleeve would be too tight around the fat of my arms. … Continue reading Pounds of Shame
wife beat·er ˈwīfˌbēdər/ noun USinformal noun: wife beater; plural noun: wife beaters; noun: wifebeater; plural noun: wifebeaters 1. a man who regularly or habitually hits his wife or female partner. "my second husband turned out to be a wife beater" 2. US informal a sleeveless undershirt. "I put on some shorts and a wife beater" … Continue reading It’s not just a name.
A Pardon. Exoneration from crimes committed. Is that truly what became the entire crux of my relationship status? In my head, if he would have accidentally backed my brand new car into a phone pole, that would be a mistake. An act that had not been his intention, but the outcome was still a big … Continue reading Mistakes and Forgiveness
When you let the world into your relationship, you tend to get a whole lot of advice. I learned so much over the past week, but mostly I learned about people. Every single person who I spoke with, had gone through this in some form or fashion. On one hand, it made me feel sad … Continue reading Choose to not choose.
Betrayal is suffocating. Betrayed by a coward who hides from the deserved repercussions only fuels an inadequacy that anger cannot contain. You plaster a smile on your lips and pray that everyone stops looking at you like you will crumble at their feet. As if a betrayed spirit could ever be fragile enough to shatter. … Continue reading Silent Rage
Every day millions of people go about their day, each wrapped in their own little bubble of life, without ever straying from the paths we create for ourselves. We call this our comfort zone. In reality it's our prison. Now, I do not have an anxiety disorder, I can pretty much find alternative routes all … Continue reading Prison of Fears
Here's a shocker for you, I wasn't born a card carrying member of the Feminist club. I didn't even know there was a need for a Feminist club until I was an adult and learned what sexual division was all about. In my house, as we grew up, seperation of sexes just wasn't a thing. … Continue reading Fathers of Feminists
On any given day, you will find me trying to empower the young women I meet. Yesterday, while having lunch, a young woman apologized to a man for eating in front of him. Now the backstory is that this young woman was on her lunch break, and he came up to her. She apologized for … Continue reading Walls come tumbling down…
I believe in not speaking, unless I have something to contribute. Mindless chatter for no other reason than filling up some silent void is silly to me. I rarely share my thoughts or feelings, not because I don't have them, but because I don't think the people around me care about the daily nuances of … Continue reading My silence vs your voice
Yes I'm aware that my subject has too in it twice. I wanted to be particularly sure that you were aware this blog was going to be far more information than you ever wanted to know about me. Let me start off by saying that I tried a Soft Cup, which is an alternative to … Continue reading Way Too TMI…
I've spent the majority of my life, waiting for my life. When I became a financially stable adult, I will begin doing the things I want to do. When I become a money making author, I will begin focusing more on me. When I fall in live and get married, I will start doing the … Continue reading @*&$ Rip Van Winkle