love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Being Married to Someone on the Autism Spectrum
My husband was recently diagnosed as having Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). At first, I was immensely relieved by his diagnosis – we both were. For all the major miscommunications and resultant disagreements we’d had that led us to an assessment, we had started to think that either he had to be wired a bit differently or of late, we were both more irrational in each other’s company than Donald Trump is...in general. After our initial ‘aha!’ moment had passed, I began writing to various Autism support organizations thinking that surely, they’d be able to guide us in forging a way forward despite our utterly different approaches to life.
By Abellona T9 years ago in Humans
Never Good Enough
All my life, starting so early in my childhood, have I always been made to feel as if I'm not good enough. For anything, from not being good enough at being a child, not good enough to be friends with, not good enough as a sister, not good enough as a daughter, not good enough to be cast aside from my sexual assaulter so he could go after my sister. Not good enough for my biological father and his family to stay in my life, instead if abandoning my mother and I shortly after birth, not good enough for my adopted father to acknowledge me as his own. No, never have I been good enough, but I knew one day I would. From all those years of lack of love, it was building up for when I was a mother. I'd be plenty good enough to my children, and that is what kept me fighting; smiling with my head up high.
By Noel McLeod9 years ago in Humans
The Shocking Truth of Cheating
A few days ago I was hanging out with two guys and because I've always had this relentless curiosity surrounding the way people act and why they do some of the things we deem in this day and age as normal or acceptable. Besides this I also like to think of myself as a woman that has insight for most female scenarios and even some male standpoints. So there we were sitting in the car and I started the first conversation while the other guy was sleeping. We were discussing his current relationship at the time and he had told me he and his girlfriend had been together for about 5 months and he was expressing the problems they had. For instance, I was told their current problem was because she was accepting money from other guys. Now having seen this type of behavior before, I wasn't shocked; plenty of women and men take advantage of people financially so I gave him a hypothetical.
By AceWifeyMa9 years ago in Humans
Fugitive Love
Waves crashed ashore a meteoric orange beach, sands glimmering as if they were made of flickering embers. The sun's dying rays reflected off the not far-off moonlight silver 1971 Dodge Challenger, casting dramatic colors over the two people perched on the car's hood. The keys jingled faintly in the ignition, the radio churned out music that was too low to be distinct.
By M Kier Murdock9 years ago in Humans
What A Night
In researching the recess of my memory it was in the spring of '83 that I experienced what The Four Seasons sang about in their hit "Oh! What A Night" When in the opening lyrics of that hit instead of back in December of '63, Oh! What a night for me was that night back in '83. That night especially was a very special time for me. And, as the lyrics go as I remember what a night it was for me. I didn't even know her name when she waltzed up to the bar at the Gold Room. I knew then things were never going to be the same. What a lady and what a night it turned out to be.
By Dr. Williams9 years ago in Humans
How My First Love Is Still Ruining Everything. Top Story - June 2017.
I remember everything about the very first moment I saw him -- really saw him. We had been in the same class all year, but for some reason, on that particular afternoon I looked over my left shoulder to the back row of the lecture hall, and my gaze automatically landed on him. Even though this was years ago now, I can still see the sparkle in his eyes as he laughed with the guys next to him. His dimples accentuated, his forearms resting on the desk in front of him with his checkered button-down shirt sleeves just slightly rolled up. "He is cute," was the only thought in my mind. Too cute for me. It wasn't until months later that we actually spoke, but I always go back to that very first moment purely for its tranquility. Before the pain, before the chaos, before the hurricane that we became.
By Brooklyn Hughes9 years ago in Humans
Let Go.
The day I met you, I knew I would need you in my life. But I also knew I wasn't ready to let go of my previous scar, the wound was still healing and I knew I had to mend it myself, without any help, especially not your help. So I waited. And I waited in vain. It's been a while and in that while, I learned to heal and I learned to leave you behind. But I have to admit that I was scared of seeing you again because I knew my scar would glow again once my eyes would lay on you. So I tried to be distant, but it was inevitable: I saw you again and you smiled. And that's when I decided that I want to see that smile for the rest of my life. Your smile slowly became the reason of mine; and that's where I went wrong. For the first time, I admit I was wrong. I wanted you to hold my hand but we both weren't ready. So I chose to take it slowly and slow down my pace, I took smaller steps. But I lost. Now, once again, my fear came to life. I don't want to let go, even though I know I have to. I've never praised the Lord, but I swear that every night I look at the Moon and think of you; I look at the Moon and ask to protect me from what I want, what I need. I ask the Moon to protect me from my heart and the love it feels towards you. But I need to be protected from myself first, because I am the one who decided to look your way. I am the one who decided your smile will be my happiness. I am the one who went wrong and I am the one who needs to let go, even if I feel like I can't. And I don't think I will ever be able to. I look at you and all I can think about is how much I want to be next to you, how much I want to kiss you lips. But I never think of letting go. It's because I don't want to.
By Eva Beatrice9 years ago in Humans
Love Was No Easy Thing
Things were happening, at last, and living was so much better than dreaming. Gil was about five years older than me, which was a lot considering that I was still a teenager, but he was a loner, like me, some kind of precocious philosopher who couldn’t relate to anybody, and we had found each other, which made me ever so happy.
By Lara Alice9 years ago in Humans
