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Under Pressure
Being a mother is stressful. So is being a wife. And being a woman in general. I try so hard to be good at my many jobs and wear many hats, but most of the time I feel like I’m juggling and the joke’s on me because I can’t juggle. I put a lot of pressure on myself. I’ve wanted to be married and be a mom for as long as I can remember. When I was in high school, I dreamed of falling in love, getting married, and having children right away. I couldn’t imagine not having children soon after getting married because I didn’t think I would be…
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Scars
“Scars” Free Verse, New Poetry, 8-4-16 Some nights when I can’t sleep My mind wanders back to another time Where the heartache must have happened To someone else, someone I never knew. I want to go back sometimes Maybe to right the wrongs Or do things differently. The memories still have power over me. I hate that I’m still reminded of you After so many years and wasted tears. I wish I could take them all back. It was my youth I allowed stolen. I gave you myself because I loved you. I managed to survive the pain of loss, But then you came back And almost destroyed what was left…
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My love history and why I never wrote about my husband until now
Let me warn you: This post is long. Something my husband and I talked about before he helped me launch this website was the fact that I wrote a lot of material about someone I loved before I met him. I was worried that what I wrote a long time ago would hurt my husband, something I would never do intentionally. Now my husband, Jonathan, is very blunt, as anyone who knows him will tell you. He told me specifically that he is not threatened by my past because it made me who I am—the woman he loves. We talked about my past and his while we were getting to know each…
