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Submitted to Contest #36
September 23, 1987I REALLY don’t want to do this.I don’t like talking about my life as it is. But, I have to. My therapist says it will help. Help what, I am not sure, but she says I should start journaling. And not only journaling, but I also have to share it with the group. Like it isn’t bad enough I have to talk to these other kids about what happened to me, and how it makes me feel, but now I have to commit it to paper? So there. There you go. First journal entry. Happy?September 30, 1987Funny thing. At group today, it sounded like every...
April 6, 1998Another long night. Can’t sleep. Don’t want to eat. My mind just won’t stop. Does he know? How does he not know? I can’t sleep. My stomach is in knots, and I just don’t know what to do. Maybe…April 8, 1998He tried to talk to me. Now, he’s sleeping in the other room. He doesn’t get it. We got married so quickly, barely knew each other. I didn’t know him; he didn’t know me. It was fun, but now? I’m not so sure. We argue, and I can’t sleep.April 11, 1998I’m walking around the house, pacing, really. Holding my shoulder, rubbing my c...
Submitted to Contest #29
“Meet us for dinner.” “Who is us?” “The family. We just want to talk. Try to help.” “Sure. Where and when?” The details were given, and Shayla agreed to be there at the appointed time. A rock sat in the pit of her stomach as she considered what the topics would be, and how her family could “help”. Her hand shook as she lit a cigarette, staring off into the distance, her mind racing. After a couple of calming drags, she ground the cigarette out under her worn boot heel, got in her car, and headed towards the house she was staying for the nigh...
Submitted to Contest #28
I wasn’t looking for anyone new. I promise. I was trying, so hard, to be a good wife. Trying to do what I had never done… be faithful. Trying to live up to the promise I had made, not only to myself, but to my husband. I tried. I really did. After being separated for nearly ten years by circumstances, I came home. There my husband was, waiting for me, faithful and true. If he had strayed, I would not have ever blamed him. How could I? I wasn’t a saint. I wasn’t the good and faithful wife I had promised I would be. But he hadn’t, and I commen...
I know she is married. I know she is everything I could ever want. I know all of this, and yet… I couldn’t stay away from her. I can’t stay away from her. She is perfect. Perfect in her imperfections. Does that make sense? Oddly, it does to me. Who is this Goddess made flesh? This unattainable woman who haunts my dreams and fuels my fantasies? She is as common and real as the girl next door, yet as unreachable as ...
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