Tags: reality

• Picket Fences

  I was one who had the traditional fairy tale with the white picket fence.   A handsome husband, cottage style home a couple kids, happy home, so much love, flower gardens, stability, security and more.     The handsome husbands came and went, the cottage style home, well… I thought I had to have a husband in order to have a home, the day that I closed on my house and bought out my ex husband was one of the proudest days of my [...]

• Grieving…

  My chest is heavy again, no longer from those awful iron turtle tissue expanders, but from a broken heart.  I went to bed last night with a 300 lb chest, woke up this morning with what felt like an added 100 lbs.  I want to be a positive person, and I think most times I am.  Today my heart is at war with reality.  This post will probably be sad, so if you don’t want to go there, stop now.  But [...]

• It’s over…

  I sat there staring at the computer screen.  He DIED?  He is dead? Denial takes over, No, No, No, it isn’t him.  I read on, the obituary verifying his childhood schooling, time served in the Navy and yet I still denied it.  For probably five minutes a war raged  between reality and denial.   Then I read his parents and brothers name as survivors. Oh my god, he died… This can’t be.  Tears streamed down my face at the speed of a [...]