“Don’t leave daddy”, he cries as his father picks him up from the floor in the kitchen. He’s walking towards the door, holding his heartbroken son, “I want you to be married” (he repeats this three or four times, I… Continue reading

It had to end, eventually. I was hoping for death to separate us, that didn’t pan out, but I always knew, this would end. That there would come a day I wouldn’t wake up to the way his neck smells.… Continue reading

The sweet cruel kiss of death would be a reprieve, from this, yet I’d never take those final moments into my own hands. So then must dwell here, torturous tight tendrils around my throat, squeezing every bit of heaving air… Continue reading

Christina, There are some things I need to talk to you about. It won’t be easy, and I’m sure you’ll cry. But hear me, please. Will you talk with me? Yes. You are good enough. Period. End of sentence. You.… Continue reading

It shouldn’t be, “I don’t love her anymore”. Or even, “I’m not attracted to her anymore” (in whatever context: Physical, emotional, spiritual, intellectual). It should be stated as what it really, truly is: “I don’t want to do what is… Continue reading

I’ve felt a strange, sigh, I don’t even have the word. Grief, it might be grief. It’s a mix of feeling words I cannot conjure. Been laying in bed for over an hour. Not doomscrolling, not even looking at my… Continue reading