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