Elizabeth Livecchi
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I am an American who moved to Kyiv, but am currently in the US due to the pandemic. My husband and I are eagerly waiting to get back out and see more of this wide world we live in. For now, I just hang with our Ukrainian rescue, Bucky.
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The Caravan
It’s honestly ironic. I cheated on him so many times yet the one time he was certain he caught me was the one time nothing happened. Ok, a quick, chaste kiss happened. An attraction that led to a meeting that was supposed to be a goodbye happened. The sex he vehemently accused me of having did not. Although, for all the mess the assumption made, I wish it had. I put up with a lot of crap because of it, yet I couldn’t blame him for dishing it out. It certainly looked as if I had done something more, something that justified, made me deserved of the anger, and the humiliation. Even beyond that, I wish it happened because, well, I wanted it.
By Elizabeth Livecchi5 years ago in Confessions
Mary
Everyone leaves us with something. Sometimes they bequeath us a house, or family photos. Perhaps we are given a watch, or willed a piece of heirloom jewelry. The most valuable gems are usually the memories. Those priceless tidbits that can't be held in the hands, but only in the heart. They are the pieces of our life, the chapters of our story. They are both happy and sad, full of fear, and love. If we meant something to someone during their lifetime, after they pass from this world they want us to have something of them. It might be because they loved us, it may be out of a feeling of obligation, or maybe, they just don't want to be forgotten.
By Elizabeth Livecchi5 years ago in Families
The Overwhelming Freedom of No Alarms, No Schedules, and My Resolution to Enjoy It
We all know it, and most of us hate it. Even if we escape it as children, eventually we grow up,\and have to succumb to it. That blaring, garish, screaming drill sergeant that sits next to our beds. Some call it an alarm clock. I call it heinous, a rude assault on all that is good in this life.
By Elizabeth Livecchi5 years ago in Longevity
Beautiful Days
I didn’t know what I needed was a friend. One that loves you regardless of who, or what you were. It didn't matter if I had been mean, selfish, cruel, inpatient, or insecure. Not that I wanted to be any of those things, but sometimes I was. Those were ugly days. I felt ugly. I was ugly. Those days made it impossible to be around another person, another human. Yet, being lonely only compounded how long it took to dig out from under the shame and guilt from having behaved that way in the first place. Humans can forgive, but they still keep score.
By Elizabeth Livecchi5 years ago in Petlife
