Some nights she lies awake, proud of all the steps she's taken. Staring at the ceiling with a smile on her face, amazed at how much she accomplished on her own. And she sleeps soundly, knowing she's in a great place and she did it on her own. Then there's nights she lays awake for… Continue reading Dreams feel real while we’re in them.
I didn't think about you tonight. For hours I focused on myself and not once did you pop into my head. And I was fine. The past few weeks I've been fighting an internal battle with myself, missing you one minute and hating you the next. I've gone from regret, to sadness, to acceptance back… Continue reading Oh & not to think
I've spent most of this year learning to be patient. It wasn't easy and to be honest I'm pretty sure I'm still learning. It's not easy and I don't really like it but the point is I'm trying. I'm trying to do what's best for my children and I. To be honest, making decisions terrifies… Continue reading “Sometimes the shit life throws at me gets a bit heavy…”
I deeply and truly need to express my gratitude to idealize blog for awarding me with The Phoenix Award, without knowing that the Phoenix itself holds such a soft close space in my heart. The post chosen for this award is perfect for this time of my life since I've been feeling oh so weak and… Continue reading The Phoenix Award
I keep having minutes where I miss him. I know it's a normal part of the steps to being a survivor of domestic violence, but I don't like it. I get sad for a minute or two sometimes throughout the day, but I think I've discovered the way to get over that. I have to… Continue reading Taking it Day by Day
He was an avid painter since childhood. With a paintbrush he could turn an ordinary landscape into something from a dream. Landscapes weren't his specialty. No. He was magnificent at painting the curves of the woman in the balcony next to his home. Wish lush strokes he would wait on the dunes for her to… Continue reading The Painter and His Muse.
Last night, I took my daughter to her first dance- a 70's themed father-daughter dance. Yes, I took her. We had a great time. We danced, Ariana played with her friends, we had snacks, we took silly pictures. It truly was a fun time and I am glad I got to experience her first dance… Continue reading Ariana’s First School Dance.