Life Drone_The Other Woman_A Mother Who Loves You Would Understand_The Snow Globe Is Ugly And I Want
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Life Drone
I was wide awake in bed, heavy with exhaustion but unable to slip away. The wailing kept me awake. A sound so broken and hollow, like a woman in excruciating pain, like someone seeking an end, like someone ravaged and tired. It was the sound of my Dad dying. Every day, he died a little more. The cancer ate him away from the inside and all his children had to watch him wither away on the outside. I would get out of bed and linger in the corridor, listening to my mum trying to comfort him with words, knowing fully well that my older siblings had not slept either, staying by his side through it ...
The Other Woman
Sitting in her dark room with nothing but the vanity lit, she looked at her naked skin, wondering if she was as beautiful as everyone else seemed to think. Picking at every flaw from her eyes to her teeth. She put on her low maintenance makeup, and she began to think of how tonight was like any night, a night of socializing and being the only woman at the party with no one to hold on to. Seeing all the women with their arms wrapped around their lovers’ arms, she knew she would walk in beautifully yet pitifully with no one to entwine arms with. She wore a tight fitted dress that hugged her...
A Mother Who Loves You Would Understand
“I quit!” the mother yelled, slamming her bedroom door shut and pressing her back against it. She sobbed a moment, covering her face. There was no one in the room to hide from, but maybe her reflection. The mirrors were facing the other way, but still – she couldn’t risk it. Mothers must keep this part of themselves hidden, even from themselves.Anger, frustration, irritation, guilt, shame… what was the name for all of these emotions wrapped into one? No birthing class or doula meeting prepared her for this. Giving birth was easy. Breastfeeding, while not easy, was doable.This, she managed to t...
The Snow Globe Is Ugly And I Want A Divorce
“I need … grit,” the frustrated young woman with scarlet hair slurred, a pencil clasped firmly between four pearly incisors. Tara Carter glanced up, away from the grotesque Christmas gift her husband had mailed her, and toward the rattling window.www.onedoor.cc She could only think of one thing as her hand ran over a blank sheet of paper: I really need to write that letter. The unconfident procrastinator pouted, contemplating the alleged helpfulness of gritty affirmations. Her therapist had recommended the "I need grit" one last month and she reluctantly adopted it, though Tara doubted three simple words co...