marriage
Marriage is not so much a word as it is a sentence–a life sentence.
The Woe-Men
I read somewhere that “A wombed-man (woman); loves, cares, honors, and respects her husband, while a “woe-man” is stubborn, aggressive, clamorous, uncooperative, bossy, arrogant, contentious, ... She is unbending, unyielding, dangerous, and impossible to lead”.
By Olufemi Oni4 years ago in Humans
My Husband Walked Out On Our Marriage While I Was Away But Text Me Everyday Pretending He Was Home
If you have read about the beginning of my relationship with Merv, you will know that he walked out on our marriage unexpectedly, seven weeks after our wedding. If you don’t know this, you will find the whole story here :
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Humans
My Marriage Lasted Seven Weeks And Yet Eighteen Years Later We Are Still Legally Married
It was 2001 when I met the man that I married, this being my second marriage. It was a very exciting night that we met at a mutual friends house, as we hit it off immediately and thereby started an extremely intense, passionate and soul destroying relationship.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Humans
Dixieland
The Two-Four consisted of eight acres, two by width, four by depth, just outside the north most suburb on 87. When it was summer at the Two-Four, it was like a Kiss song—hot, hot, hotter than hell; in the winter, it was just hot. Carter had four kids, two girls, grown and off at A & M, and two boys at home. You had to look hard to realize that the boys weren’t his—a product of his second wife’s first marriage, step-kids. Not to Carter. To Carter, they were his boys. End of story. And Cheryl loved him for that; “Cher,” the lovely and talented, as he called her on his radio show every weekday morning during rush hour (such as it was) in Sendera. The day she saw his body, propped up against a tree trunk on the back one acre, as if he were a migrant worker taking a break against the merciless South Texas sun, was, however, not a weekday morning. That day in fact was a Sunday and the boys, Randy and Shooter, were getting ready to go to the Baptist church down the street. On pleasant days, they could probably walk to the church from the back one. Or at least throw a rock at it. But there were no pleasant days in Sendera. Surely not after today. Not after this particular Sunday in August.
By Conrad Ilesia4 years ago in Humans
The Summer Tanager
The Summer Tanager I can recall the day it perched on my window sill. It was long after Daryl had died. I was sitting out on the front porch filled with attempted determination. I could not decide whether today would be the day I remove his clothes from the closet. It wasn’t just his clothes. I questioned when to get rid of it all. Toothbrush, shoes, tools, his favorite mug. Do I even need to get rid of them? My sister said that this shit is weird, to keep a dead man’s clothes in the house. Niya was giving a bit more than sisterly advice when it came to this topic. Solely because she witnessed her share of arguments, vases being thrown, confrontations with women, the make-ups and break-ups, and the transfer of words as sharp as new knives that can never be taken back. If it were up to her she would burn all of it. I am not as audacious. Not has theatrical. Consequently I simply have several internal meltdowns whenever I try to decide if today was finally the day.
By Natalie Black4 years ago in Humans
The Lake That Never Thawed
The smell of coffee fills the small kitchen and it's quiet except for the sound of crackling bacon. Susan is holding an empty coffee cup as she stands over the sink and looks out the small window at the frozen lake behind her home. It is warm inside, but she has a heavy blanket wrapped tightly around her like armor protecting her from the world.
By Alicia Liana4 years ago in Humans
Apart Together
Donna sipped her chamomile tea, staring at the clock on the wall. The second hand crawled around the face as she drained her cup. Tony sat across the room in his armchair, staring at the large window through which he could see the empty street outside. Donna placed her china cup on a side-table, brushed biscuit crumbs from her jumper and looked at Tony for a moment. She took a deep breath, stood up, opened the living room door and stood in the hallway for a moment. She looked back into the living room, first at her husband and then at the clock. After watching the second hand click round for a few seconds she put on her coat, closed the door and left the house.
By Peter Nuttall4 years ago in Humans
How An Ink Pen Almost Caused My Divorce
I can still remember the little flutters that filled my belly, as my son, then six months along, moved and stretched inside my womb. It was no doubt the happiest time in my life, with the exception of when he made his arrival into the world. It had taken so long for us to have this chance at parenthood and now it was here, it was real.
By Kassondra O'Hara4 years ago in Humans
8:06
It's 8:06 in the morning. Upon awaking, my eyes are jostled by the sound of my alarm. I look over and you're still sleeping. It's routine for me to roll over and kiss your back. It's funny; sometimes I find myself inhaling the aroma of it--that's a smell that will never fail to incite pure happiness.
By Cory DeAn Cowley4 years ago in Humans
No Hope for Hope
August 8 is a sad date for me. On that day in 2000, our family friend with a beautiful name Nadezhda (meaning “Hope” in Russian) died a horrible and slow death. Five axe-cut wounds to the arms, chest, left shoulder, and a final blow to the neck from the back that broke her spine. The investigators said she was probably running around the house wounded trying to shield her two kids with her body. The murderer was more merciful to the kids, killing each of them with one hard blow to the head with the blunt end of the axe. The police never established if he killed the kids after Nadezhda or made her watch them die. According to the neighbors, who heard the screams and cries (no one came to help, but someone did call the police which was too late to arrive), the whole crime took about 30 minutes. Half an hour of horrible pain and agony for Nadezhda.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Humans
