Michelle

Joined December 2017

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A writer telling stories of the people, the world, the universe.

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AS TOLD BY: A Woman That Had a House in Jamaica
I had a house in Jamaica That saw the sun rise and fall I had a house in Jamaica Secured by fancy iron gates and adorned with lovely flowers
By Michelle13 days ago in Poets
AS TOLD BY:The Cheating Wives Club . Content Warning.
I hate my husband. My husband doesn't contribute to anything and doesn't like to do anything. I married him 15-years ago,he wasn't the man that I thought I married. This man is a dissappointment to me, and every time I give him a small chance, he ruins it! I'm not the average woman. I don't sit around and cry and wait around for a man to make the right descion, I just do my dirt. If a man is not satisfied in his marriage, he will blame his wife and cheat on her. I been the nice wife FOR YEARS and I can't do it anymore.
By Michelle7 months ago in Confessions
AS TOLD BY: A Boy Mom No Longer
It all came to a head on Christmas day 2022. I'm a mother of three; two outstanding, smart, and creative girls. And my son, the youngest fun, charming, energetic and friendly. It's always an event on Christmas, me and my husband have the biggest house in our family (ranch), so we have both sides of our families come over, lots of exhaustion, planning and cooking but it's always a hoot. This year was special because my evil mother-in-law decided to come over after and she could be extremely judgey and I WAS a people pleaser.
By Michelle12 months ago in Confessions
As Told By: I’m A Mean Girl and I Hate Myself For it.
I have the self-awareness to admit that I’m a mean girl just like the great Regina George said, “At least I know I’m mean.” I guess I have the morality to admit to myself that it doesn’t make me feel good, but I keep doing it. I guess there is a part of me that wants to stop but I can’t.
By Michelle2 years ago in Confessions
As Told By: I think My Dad Killed My Mom
Spring 1970 something, there was shift in the air. I came from the average two parent household, an older brother, average working dad and housekeeper mom. Some people always say that growing up in a two-parent household is beneficial to children but for me it was odd. There was a strange disconnect in the family. My dad was the manager of a car garage but there were no car repair shops within 2 miles of where we lived, and he always left late. My mother spent a lot of time with friends and came home and did chores. Until later on, we've never really seen our grandparents.
By Michelle2 years ago in Confessions
As Told By: A Black Woman Who Fucked Up the Mac & Cheese
For generations the Washington family has put our foot in Thanksgiving meals and our holidays would always end with our bellies filled, a tad bit drunk and a bad case of the itis (if you know, you know) times have changed since the pandemic and the head-chefs-in-charge cooking matriarchs Grandma and Auntie are getting older and slower (aunt is just lazy) to be honest, everyone could cook but NOBODY and I mean NOBODY could throw down on Mac and cheese like granny. Granny’s traditional Mac and cheese making comes with a harsh story.
By Michelle2 years ago in Families
As told by: A Resentful Housewife
I didn't like him at first but everybody else did and thought i was lucky. Tracey was light skinned, tall, masculine and handsome--you know, the more rugged Smokey Robinson look. My fast tail sister always wondered if his big feet and hands lived up to the hype. Things sort of started when me and my sister went on a double date with the two; Tracey and Chuck. My sister Delpha was mad because she didn't like how black and skinny, he was, to her he looked too much like a country bumpkin. My sister was into those Native American looking men we both were actually we both had a crush on an Indian boy, whose family we met in Georgia visiting our grandma. With all that happening she was kind of mopey and walked around with a stank attitude that evening.
By Michelle2 years ago in Families
Arguing With Your Dead "BFF"
Every Friday night Angel and I went to the same bar at the same time--Corleone's. Like most things In our small poor town, it didn't make sense but it worked. Corleone's was obviously named after the mob family in The Godfather, the whole theme was cheesy, from the picture of Don Vito in a backwards baseball cap hanging above the door to the violin sounds you hear in every mob movie soundtrack playing during the day. Even though the bar theme was cheesy it brought all the youngsters together with it's bro-like party scene and fun, familiar bartenders. Angel LOVED Corleone's and I thought it was okay and every Thursday we argued about trying something new but we always winded up at Corleone's.
By Michelle6 years ago in Humans