Yesterday the Mister and I marked a quarter of a century married ~ our Silver Anniversary. When I was much younger, I imagined couples reaching 25 years together were, while not exactly old, at least considered mature. As a couple we have weathered many ups and downs, great joys and heartbreaking sorrows. As a couple … Continue reading Do as I say, not as I do…
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Erratic behavior
The job had taken the whole week, working several hours every night until she finally had her room the way she wanted it. She tried on every stitch of clothing she owned, checking her reflection in her armoire mirror. What items she wanted to keep were rewashed, pressed and hung in her closet or carefully folded and … Continue reading Erratic behavior
A new recipe
As much as I once loved him, now I can’t stand the sarcastic tone of his voice. Gawd, how I hate that man! His smug, condescending arrogance grates on my very last nerve. He treats me more like one of his vapid office subordinates than his wife of 40 years. “You’ve outdone yourself, a delicious … Continue reading A new recipe
Dreams do come true
Next Tuesday is my Silver Anniversary... 25 years married to the same man. Well over half my life devoted to one person. We met while in college. He was a mere baby of 19 and I was the older, wanton woman of 20. Factoring in the three years we were together before we married, the … Continue reading Dreams do come true
Oblivion
The longer I stay here, the less I remember about my other life. Sadly that includes my children, the loves of my life. I also remember the pain less. I’m free from the restrictions the disease causes. I can walk, I can feel, I can simply be. The very air smells sweeter, the stars brighter, … Continue reading Oblivion
My house, my rules
In the four years that I have been blogging. Writing sometimes personal stories then publishing them on the Internet for all the world to see, I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve had very few trolls. I did have a plagiarizer, the same person twice, but that’s another sort of tale. When the first personal attack … Continue reading My house, my rules
Thin spiral notebook 