The Alternatives

        Karen had the perfect life. She was married to her high school sweetheart. She was the executive assistant to Marc Sant’ Andrea, the up and coming fashion designer for Hollywood celebrities. Jason, her husband, was the principal for Doubleday Preparatory, an all-girls private school, and the head coach for the fifth grade volleyball team.  They were the sweetest and most loving couple, or so they were told, repeatedly by friends and strangers alike. Karen thought she had it all alongside Jason. They had traveled all over the world, but when it came to having children, they both found out they were both infertile.  But that didn’t stop them. They planned to adopt. It was no big deal. She loved Jason and he loved her. She never thought that this would be her life.  But yet, Karen longed for more.  Much more. Karen walked into the boutique. Marc would send her to do monthly check-ins to the four shops he had in California and the six he had in Europe.  Today, she happ

Wow. Hi, strangers. This is so weird. So, It's gotten to the point where I can't think of a damn thing to do without my husband by my side. He happened to go out with a friend tonight, while I attended my brother's banquet. He took longer than expected, and I happen to finish early. It was bound to happen. But, now I find myself alone in a bar. And, it feels...odd. I don't think I've ever been alone...anywhere. How do I entertain myself?? At this particular bar, I happen to be surrounded by strangers, but obviously, I feel alone. Like, my partner in crime is missing. How do I deal with this? I guess, I have to get used to the idea that sometimes I will be alone. I've gotten so used to him. We do basically everything together. Shop, eat, drink... except tonight. Also, it is very weird to be at a bar alone, staring at my phone THE WHOLE TIME!!!!! Like, millenials.... But all jokes aside, this is just me begging for someone to come join me. Sto

Nightmare As quick as it went down, the rage went back up and I threw another shot glass against the wall. Lily whimpered then, and as soon as it left her white snout, I threw myself at her and apologized, “I’m so sorry, girl, Meli did it,” I bent down and picked up the shards, careful of Lily, “Promise me, Lily, you’ll never be dumb like daddy and fall in love, it hurts. It really does,” I turned and looked Lily, who sat at the entrance, watching dumbfounded. At this point, I couldn’t walk straight, nor even have a single word leave my lips completely. Even Lily could smell the alcohol in my breath. Yet how can I convince his dog that it wasn’t his fault? If any good came out of this rotten, shit filled relationship and pain was Lily, I thought. Lily belonged to Meli at one point. Henry looked back at if fondly. Meli had gotten Lily from her first dog and watched her grow up. Meli then thought it would be best to take Lily away, since her parents already had too many

Henry Smash Full of fury and hate, I begin to grab dishes that were left to dry and have been sitting there for days and break them. I didn’t even bother throw them, instead they sort of slip out of my hands, as if I picked it up and in a sudden motion, it flew out. Lily barked at the first smash, but is silent after the third or fourth. After a few minutes, I settled down and curled in the corner between the stove and counter. I hold my head in my palms, “Why would she lie to me? After everything we’ve been through and all those years of being together! Why me, huh? Why did I get stuck loving you, who didn’t love me back?” And then, I break into a hysterical sob. “You could have made it easier for us if you hadn’t said yes. Why me? Of all fucking guys?”  Suddenly, in a change of emotion, I started to smirk, “Then again, why you? Out of all – Selene was a good girl, she cooked day in and day out, never missed a beat. But she wouldn’t deal with it. There was Naom

I haven't really written a blog. So, here's the first one in a long time. Yesterday, I turned 26. And obviously, I don't feel any older. But I know I'm not 25 anymore. Does that make sense? I'm still in my 20's. But I'm no longer in the early twenties or mid twenties. Or am I? Because after 25, I'm past "mid" I'm in the late 20's club now. And that makes me feel all kinds of ways. I'm  excited for what comes. I'm nervous for what comes, in a good way. There's that sense in me that makes me feel as if I haven't accomplished enough. But I'm learning to not compare myself to others. In short, I'm ready for the new because I'm leaving the old behind. Which is why, yesterday, I did something new to me to represent what 26 will be like for me. Six Flags over Texas. I have never been there. It represents the new and thrilling ups and downs that I am nervous in doing but am not

A Drunken Stooper: A Wandering Mind I don’t get it. Why put up with me for five years and then decide to leave? We could have both saved us the hassle of the outcome. Why weren’t you honest with me and tell me the way you truly felt?  I could have saved you, Melissa. Instead, you decided to take your shit and leave me behind. Have me find my own way without guidance. She has to be fucking someone. It’s as clear as day. I know she was. Why else would she say she’s unhappy after five years? She got tired of me and whatever the fuck else is wrong with me. She probably ran out of excuses to give. Like the time she had to get a ride from a “classmate “. She said her car had a flat tire and she needed to haul it off. She called me to get her to help, but at the time I was doing a raid and couldn’t just bail on my team, so I asked her to wait for thirty minutes or so. Yet, instead of waiting, she decided to have her classmate drop her off at our home. The guy didn’t have his