She had been sitting in front of the laptop for hours. Two cups of tea, her third had long since turned cold. Why wasn’t she typing?
no title, just feelings.
I used to make jokes about how love can easily turn to hate if pointed in the right direction. Clearly, the joke’s on me.
Childhood Scars: The Journey to Healing
Author’s Note: Let it be known that no matter what (or how many) grievances I may have against my family, I love each and every one of them to bits… more than I could ever express in words. Now, you may proceed.
It’s been a year and half since I lost my father. Not literally anyway. But people don’t need to know that. People ask questions. And sometimes, most times, they are not ready for the answers. Even if they were, I am not. Not yet anyway. They don’t need to know that. There were no goodbyes.…