divorced
Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.
MY STORY TO TELL
DIVORCE I lied, this is most definitely the shortest chapter, out of respect for my children, I am not focusing on this too much. As things with my mother really blossomed, things with Stephanie continued to sour. I was finally free from the depression and grief that hounded me after my father had passed away. I was running my own business, even though it was up and down on how well it was doing, I was still doing it. I was now a firefighter; I was in the best shape of my life at 34/35 and I was finally able to connect with my mother for the first time in almost 30 years. Things were good. I was for probably the first and only time in my life genuinely happy with myself.
By Mark Vinsant5 years ago in Families
Oh My Youth...Fleeting and Fast
As a kid, I was reckless. I ran and jumped and played hard, enjoying the thralls of my youth. Climbing trees, riding bikes, scraping my knees and hands at every turn. Falling down just to jump up and exclaim "I'm okay!" making the other kids worried and then laugh because I was never truly hurt. Having all the wonder of a kid, and putting it to good use with an imagination that never left me. I was just as creative then as I am now. My hair wild and my eyes wide, I would dive head-first into any adventure, no matter what that was. My sister and I used to frequently explore the woods behind our childhood home, one time finding a small cabin-like house and never knowing how it got there or how people got to it. There was a dog chained up outside of it and tire tracks next to it, but no sign of a driveway or any sort of path leading to it. We never found that house again, causing us to believe that maybe we had imagined it.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Families
How to support your child through divorce
A divorce, however amicable, is a change and change can be unsettling. Sometimes the uncertainty of change can be outweighed by the promise of benefits to come but from a child’s perspective, this is not likely to be the case with divorce, in fact, probably quite the opposite.
By Kerry Smith5 years ago in Families
The Only Scarf in the World, Most Beautiful
The Only Scarf in the World, Most Beautiful i Close your eyes: At first the child cannot distinguish in the early morning light whether the soft color at rest upon the sand is the discarded skin of fruit, worn cloth fingered expertly by some grandmother’s hand for the skull or a drift of shell surprisingly gold. Though he knows not yet the words, this child understands that the morning light, like confusion or stupor, is neatly democratic. The drunken green waves, the jade clouds, the juniper hills, the sage seawood, the parakeet heart climbing up his throat. Without question, he admits to himself that the golden object is all he needs this day, running before mother and father have awakened and particularly each moment, dazzling in the winds. In fact, it is a simple scarf, perfumed with a familiar scent, the color of spring pineapple freed from the night before. He entangles himself with as if made for his neck, but he intuits that it was meant for a woman and he bends, like willow or crabgrass in offshore breeze, bowing his body as he stares at the cloth, the sea, the sky and horizon calling and in that moment, this six-year old waits and listens. The world expands, in that moment, with the sea.
By Robert A Black5 years ago in Families
Listen to Your Grandmother and Mother?
The women in my family are fiercely independent. The type of women who owned their own homes back when women didn’t own anything. They chopped their own wood, hauled the wood and started the fire. They were the women who protected their families during home invasions without a second thought to their own safety and left the would-be invaders running away from the 5’3” woman waving an axe, screaming “run, she’s insane”. The women who walked through 4 feet of snow to look for a straw for a dying relative who had cancer who couldn’t swallow in 1970 when straws weren’t found littering everything. These fiercely independent women who would protect their families yet be the most loving women when necessary.
By Dee Mae Elva5 years ago in Families
What does the child feel and think when the parent's divorce?
Each divorce process has two sides to the coin. Although it causes pain and leaves scars, there is a free space for something new, good. It promotes the development of autonomy and is a necessary condition in the development process. If we have read a book in the library of life, then we need to set it aside to make room for a new book.
By Bimal kanta moharana5 years ago in Families
Five Signs That Told Me My Marriage Was All Over.
I guess that there a great many signs my life was heading for the rocks long before the painful slaps in the face woke me up to what was going on behind my back. It's just that the early indications can be so infinitesimally small that you just don't notice them. Of course, holding down a full time job and co caring for three young children is more than enough to distract your attention and tire you out to the point of diminishing your attention to your relationship with your other half.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Families
Light
"I am the absence of light" Pushed into the darkness by your callous hand . Stripping me of color consuming me dull, an isolating home like that of the ivory gull The color you left was the blue of the strike remaining on my skin like a faded stain Tints of blue on my arms therein, abiding and binding bruised within. Stoic i remained from your aggressive tone, pelting at me with grayish stones Defined: a woman a human being, you omitted the human using the woman in me You trapped my light silencing my voice, violating my rights no one could help. For in the social light you often had color, blending your fake whited sepulcher Playing around with green and brown, camouflaging seamlessly in your surround In your twisted world you planned my death, "scared of you i was not!" just mindfully cooperating i needed my breath Threats to burn me if i desired freedom an ultimatum caught between "Scylla and Charybdis" I had to pretend and accept all the rules, this eased the belaboring fists of abuse Staying neutral with little bits of color, plain and simple to ease my day to day sorrow Like an abstract mural intertwined not letting you know whats going on in my mind Silently observing your scheming colors, how you mix and manipulate others Because the daily agony which silenced me aphonic was never silent inside my body! I am clearly no philistine like that of yourself, you are filled with dishonesty and filth. Like diluting oil paints with water you and i, two separate layers that cant combine. living a fake life i can not accept! finally ready, i decided its time to use my voice and use it loud to rip off the black shroud Bolting my doors, changing the locks not letting you in was the plan i thought out. Protesting my rights from behind locked doors, trying to let everyone know of your deranged mind. The red rage in your eyes the anger that emerged of an unanticipated surprise that was unknown. Uncovering your dark colors for all to see, the abuse and pain inflicted on me What caused this change? Who gave you the courage? How did you find your colors? For one i am a believer in humanity, i love the colors of diversity I am a woman that knows i have rights, i will not allow your darkness dominate my light. That i did to get rid of your malingering and abusive ways, was remain quiet and i stayed in the dark Remained hidden in the dark, planning the escape out of your prison How dare you murder and maim my emotions! Who do you think you are! you facinorous vile skelm. For my freedom you bared me of everything i owned! I come from the land of the free, you cant deny rights nor safety Years on end injecting your toxic yellow,slowly trying to poison my soul. Thought you succeeded in strapping a rein? or leaving me there in the rain? From all the tears that dripped in the night, the white ray of hope i held on to so tight The dispersion of pain, my reflection of light created a rainbow multicolored with hope and pride. You can never enslave and dominate the ones, that see color in everything and hate none. In the pink, red, orange and yellow the green, turquoise, indigo and violet These are the colors of love, hope and life The colors of diversity acceptance and pride Colors were the reason you couldn't prevail, you now remain trapped in your colorless scale When there is light, one isn't afraid; For darkness is but an illusion in the presence of light When i turned on my light this i knew, that darkness doesn't exist in the absence of you.
By rabia nashabe5 years ago in Families
