divorced
Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.
Light
"I am the absence of light" Pushed into the darkness by your callous hand . Stripping me of color consuming me dull, an isolating home like that of the ivory gull The color you left was the blue of the strike remaining on my skin like a faded stain Tints of blue on my arms therein, abiding and binding bruised within. Stoic i remained from your aggressive tone, pelting at me with grayish stones Defined: a woman a human being, you omitted the human using the woman in me You trapped my light silencing my voice, violating my rights no one could help. For in the social light you often had color, blending your fake whited sepulcher Playing around with green and brown, camouflaging seamlessly in your surround In your twisted world you planned my death, "scared of you i was not!" just mindfully cooperating i needed my breath Threats to burn me if i desired freedom an ultimatum caught between "Scylla and Charybdis" I had to pretend and accept all the rules, this eased the belaboring fists of abuse Staying neutral with little bits of color, plain and simple to ease my day to day sorrow Like an abstract mural intertwined not letting you know whats going on in my mind Silently observing your scheming colors, how you mix and manipulate others Because the daily agony which silenced me aphonic was never silent inside my body! I am clearly no philistine like that of yourself, you are filled with dishonesty and filth. Like diluting oil paints with water you and i, two separate layers that cant combine. living a fake life i can not accept! finally ready, i decided its time to use my voice and use it loud to rip off the black shroud Bolting my doors, changing the locks not letting you in was the plan i thought out. Protesting my rights from behind locked doors, trying to let everyone know of your deranged mind. The red rage in your eyes the anger that emerged of an unanticipated surprise that was unknown. Uncovering your dark colors for all to see, the abuse and pain inflicted on me What caused this change? Who gave you the courage? How did you find your colors? For one i am a believer in humanity, i love the colors of diversity I am a woman that knows i have rights, i will not allow your darkness dominate my light. That i did to get rid of your malingering and abusive ways, was remain quiet and i stayed in the dark Remained hidden in the dark, planning the escape out of your prison How dare you murder and maim my emotions! Who do you think you are! you facinorous vile skelm. For my freedom you bared me of everything i owned! I come from the land of the free, you cant deny rights nor safety Years on end injecting your toxic yellow,slowly trying to poison my soul. Thought you succeeded in strapping a rein? or leaving me there in the rain? From all the tears that dripped in the night, the white ray of hope i held on to so tight The dispersion of pain, my reflection of light created a rainbow multicolored with hope and pride. You can never enslave and dominate the ones, that see color in everything and hate none. In the pink, red, orange and yellow the green, turquoise, indigo and violet These are the colors of love, hope and life The colors of diversity acceptance and pride Colors were the reason you couldn't prevail, you now remain trapped in your colorless scale When there is light, one isn't afraid; For darkness is but an illusion in the presence of light When i turned on my light this i knew, that darkness doesn't exist in the absence of you.
By rabia nashabe5 years ago in Families
When Mom Kidnapped Us
When my parents split up, my father threatened to have my Filipina mom deported. So she kidnapped my brother and me. It only lasted a weekend. She felt guilty and brought us back. By then, though, the damage was done. So my father got custody of us. This surprised me because my father was physically abusive towards my mother. In fact, at age six, I remember jumping on his back to try to get him off of her when he was hitting her.
By Maria Leonard Olsen5 years ago in Families
Darren's Dastardly Desertion
Darren, age fifty-three and suffering from a midlife crisis, decided to leave his seventeen year old daughter and wife of twenty-two years for a twenty-five year old drug addicted prostitute. His marriage hadn’t been a happy one for the past three years because he always felt a wanting for things he felt he’d missed out on, mainly the company of young women. Lacking in honor and integrity he made poor choices out of selfishness. Instead of divorcing his wife, he deserted her leaving his family with nothing. Twenty-two years the Swedish immigrant spent married to who she once thought was the man of her dreams. Embittered and hurt she was left after her husband’s betrayal. Helga initially had a difficult time moving on due to a lack of understanding and a need for closure. Her daughter Nicole was more angry than hurt by her father’s unfaithfulness and deserting of his family. Darren had become progressively more detached from his daughter’s life even when they resided in the same household. She turned to her mother for everything especially love and emotional support because from her father she felt none. Mother and daughter struggled for quite sometime. Nasty messages were exchanged between Nicole and her father’s new love Carol. Carol on more than one occasion had gone as far as to threaten the young girl’s life in the most heinous ways imaginable. Darren stood idle as the war went on, he showed no compassion for his daughter, her mother, their financial problems or their feelings of lost. His unmanly behavior was shaping his daughter’s opinion of men, especially African American men. He was a sorry excuse for a father and felt no remorse for it. The drugs helped with that. That is how he and Carol met; Darren experimented with cocaine in an attempt to regain his youth. He was at a party thrown by one of his drug using new friends and bumped into this young blond haired tender. He had no idea that she not only used cocaine but she would also use crack, heroin or crystal meth, which ever was available. He put her up in a hotel for a week that very first night and kept her supplied with money and drugs while he slipped into his other life. Eventually the cat and mouse game became too much for him after several calls to his home from Carol when she had run out of and needed more drugs. Friction in the household led him to one day just pack up and leave his family with a mountain of bills and lacking the means to pay them. Guilt couldn’t sway his decision; he was disillusioned into thinking that the drug and the tramp loved him. Carol became pregnant and needed more from Darren; he provided for her while neglecting his family. She never stopped using during her pregnancy; she presented Darren with false information daily on her pregnancy. One day a month after Carol gave birth to a one pound- seven once baby girl she cleaned out Darren’s account and moved out of their apartment. Darren received notice from his employer that he was on child support less than a month after Carol’s disappearance. Apparently he had missed two hearings on the matter and the amount of his support had already been determined. Letters had been mailed to his home after Carol filed for child support but he never seemed to have gotten them. She provided them with his financial information and the process moved forward. Darren wasn’t even paying child support or alimony to his wife since they weren’t yet divorced. Three days later he got the papers for both his divorce and additional child support.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Families
"BEEN A CHALLENGING TIME": JENNIFER GATES ON HER PARENTS DIVORCE
In a surprising development, billionaire couple Bill and Melinda Gates on Monday (May 3) announced that they have decided to divorce each other after 27 years of marriage, saying ‘we no longer believe we can grow together as a couple’. The duo released an official statement on Twitter confirming the same and said, “After a great deal of thought and a lot of work on our relationship, we have made the decision to end our marriage. We have raised three incredible children and built a foundation that works all over the world to enable all people to lead healthy, productive lives.”
By SAMRAT(CYBER-FACTY)5 years ago in Families
A New Day for Bella
On a cool winter morning, with its dreary haze, Bella had made a difficult, yet overdue decision. He would no longer hurt her, nor the children. Oh the children, innocent, trusting, now broken children. Their innocence ripped away, he’d broken their trust.
By Lyn McClatchey5 years ago in Families
Divorce Advice
Getting the right type of divorce advice depends on what type of divorce advice you want and what you want to use it for. When looking for divorce advice, it is smart to clearly define what you are seeking the advice for so you can be sure to look in the right places.
By Nick Davies5 years ago in Families
Why my life will never be the same
When I was in second grade I remember sitting at lunch and hearing one of my friends talk about her parents getting a divorce. I thought to myself, that would never happen with my family; my parents are happy, life is good, we are doing good, and we do stuff together. They will never get divorced. My parents always tried to work through their problems civilly at that time. They wouldn't fight in front of us, they would try to come to an agreement without even raising their voices. As the years went on, that was no longer the case, and I soon learned that things are not always as they appear to be. Here is the tragedy that lead to me learning that lesson.
By Harmony Lynn5 years ago in Families
The Sex and Colour of Justice
In time, my father-in-law passed away and I was told rather than asked that we were moving in with my mother-in-law. This was not a prospect that exactly enthralled me, but I was given no option. My misgivings about living under the same roof as my mother-in-law was not born out of any particular dislike for the woman herself. I just knew how dependent she was and that we would not get any time nor space for privacy nor intimacy. As things turned out, I was bang on the button with that one.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Families
The Sex and Colour of Justice
It is with varying degrees of mixed feelings, namely cold comfort and lukewarm satisfaction, that I can claim that over fifteen years of legal and illegal persecution, I was never bettered by a single lawyer in a court of law. However, even having won every single case against me, in something like fifty trials, I still came out of it all in ruins. In short, I managed to seize defeat from the jaws of victory.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Families
Divorce After 40
I will start with how we met... I was 28, and we are going back 20 years.. Yes! I lived with this for 20 years. He owned a restaurant, I walked in and applied for a job as a server. He hired me based on how I looked and dressed and had no interest in my experience; which was fine because I didn’t have any anyhow, and that saved me from having to lie my way in.
By Renee Robert5 years ago in Families
