home

What makes a home? I kept asking myself that question, over and over today. Was I a good wife? Am I a good mom? I kept asking those over and over, too. They circled and swirled in my head with no accompanying answers. I went to my old house today. The lost house. The failed…

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tiny boxes

I saw it. I saw your real smile the other day. I haven’t seen it in many, many months, maybe even a year… or two. You were three feet away and yet a million miles away from me and looking at your phone. I think you were texting with her. Or maybe you were looking…

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interlude

Her fingers thoughtfully tapped the empty pillow next to her. Her eyes gazed slowly around the quiet room, the morning sun squeaking through the shut blinds, the dresser with drawers neatly and perfectly closed, the pile of clean laundry shoved into the corner; her eyes rested on the untouched, empty side of the bed. The…

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Mad.

Tonight I have tried writing something thought-provoking and polite. Something that digs deep into my emotions but flattens it in a healthy and therapeutic way. Something that explores this life I am trying to build post-abandonment by my husband. Something that makes me feel stronger, like a beautiful decree against his emotional abuse that makes…

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Letter to the Other Woman

To the [fortunate/unfortunate] lady that he loves, I think I figured out your name today. I found a letter that you gave him. Your handwriting, a penned “I love you” written at the end. Your signature. I’m not sure if I’m right, but the picture of you that I found… I can see why he…

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