Life has been busy. Consuming. Good. Great. Bad. Better. My new standard roller coaster. Wayyyyyy better than the “Flat Line” of Shitty. Shittier. Wish I was Dead. Ok I’m Alive. I came to know that way of life far too well.
Little guy is in a big boy bed as of this week. I have to take apart the crib tonight. While I cry. My baby is a boy. I miss my baby. Realizing how much he is growing reminds me that I always saw myself as having two. Continue reading “Good. Great. Bad. Better.”
I met J one year ago today.
My Aunt is always kind and has always looked out for me. She is sweet and I enjoy the fact that she lives closer now. She went through a divorce recently so we have been sharing each other’s war stories, comparing “scars”.
She saw that last year I was finally on an upswing. I was going out, enjoying life again. I was still stuck in an angry patch about the divorce but I was ready to get out in the world and date. Continue reading “Pink Shirt At The End of The Bar.”
Burning hot crimson red flames dancing around her as she sleeps Her white gown is singed black She wakes to … Continue reading Poetry: Crimson
I woke up next to J this morning. Groggy and tired.
I can’t help but smile a little (a lot) when I can feel him next to me. He feels like home. He feels safe. He protects me and he takes care of me.
But sometimes Heather needs to be a little better at taking care of herself. Continue reading “It’s A Dark Cloudy Day With A Chance of Sunshine.”
As I type this I’m still shaky. I JUST wrote the unsent letter to her.
I JUST relived a painful memory involving her.
And tonight, after work I went to Target to pick up some things and do what I do at Target. Shop. I was looking at a pretty blue tank top. Continue reading “The Other Woman”
The sun was beaming through the thick dirty wood blinds. I could see the dust floating in the heavy humid air. The trees around the cabin were still dripping fresh rain from the early morning shower.
I followed the heavy dusty sun rays to find they were licking his beautiful creamy skin. Continue reading “The Cabin”
Clair…Claire (However the hell you spell your name),
I don’t know you. I don’t want to. I don’t like you. I used to hate you but time is the most wonderful healer of pain. I just don’t like you.
I hope you find love. I hope you have a beautiful family and your life is in order. Continue reading “Letters I will Never Send: Dear The Other Woman,”