If you ask my Mother about me growing up, she will always say the same thing. ” She was the perfect child. She was always happy as a baby, always coercing a smile out of someone, sweet in nature, everyone loved her…… Until she turned 13, then all hell broke loose.” Everything happened when … More Moving along part 7-Love on the rocks
Recently a friend of mine came for a weekend visit. She was feeling on the edge of destruction. “Hanging by a thread” she said. About to do something drastic in her life. She wanted to run away , she couldn’t take it anymore. Frazzled, strung out, stretched to thin, on the edge of a cliff, … More Sweet Cherry pie.
I used to be such a romantic, such a reach for the stars and lasso the moon type of person when it came to love. Give it all I got, all of me or nothing…. in fact all of me was not even enough, I would dig even farther to find more to give the … More Love is a battlefield, I mean a Playground.
I suck at letting relationships go. I am that girl, that girl that decides to jump off the cliff and end them, but then on the way down, I grab the ledge and hang there endlessly. Leaving me stuck somewhere between jumping and using all my power to pull myself back in to the standing … More The never ending story
As Sally Fields once said: YOU LIKE ME, You really, really like me!!! Okay , so one fellow blogger does at least : David over at Occasional Dreams And one person admitting that they like you is okay, as my Mother always told me , “You can’t have everyone like you dear, but you can … More You like me, you really really like me
I sit across from ex-husband number 2 at breakfast. The waiter says ” It’s really cool that you guys get along so well”. My ex laughs and says: ” It wasn’t always like this, there was a time we couldn’t be in the same state as each other”. I say: ” And that is when … More Splattered Paint
I have almost 30 drafts of pages written or half written that I never published, I go through them sometimes and they spark something…like this very short one did- so I am sharing. It’s been four years next month since I left my husband, it’s been four years of the longest goodbye ever. I … More One cup, then you must leave.
I remember the days my heart physically hurt, when I thought I could no longer go on. I remember thinking , I never want to love again because I could not survive this pain again. But the truth is , I loved all the way through it, and even while love was breaking my heart, … More Flowers in a jar…