The following “diary entries” are real moments in time. I am one of those people who have conversations with people in their minds before having the conversation so my “diary” is me speaking to Vincent.

May 18th,2023 12:27 am

I am waiting patiently. It is your birthday. My anxiety is so fucking bad that I am panicking over looking perfect for you. Should I do my hair now? Or force myself to sl...

Heart beats in the darkness.

My heels on the gravel went

ClickClack

ClickClack

I began to sweat.

Tell me this isn’t a heart attack.

Should I steady my pace?

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I can’t seem to breathe.

Does he notice?

He takes my coat off.

I am floating.

The rush of endorphins.

I can’t feel my toes.

Shhhh

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He takes off my boots,

My nose, his nose, so close.

The heat

“It is so fuck...

The warmth of his body against mine feels the way the sun will feel on your body when you’re finally dry after swimming.

The touch of his fingers gliding on my skin feel as gentle as the tips of rose petals.

His smell? Indescribable but to me it is thick oil, from all the machines he works on mixed with “man”.

The bristle of his beard has become comfort.

His grizzly bear snores have become my...

Her story began when she fled in the cover of darkness with her three beautiful children - but that is not where this story begins…

This story, begins with a final glance, an unexpected death and new beginnings caused by fate. Learning to forgive, trust, and fall desperately, hopelessly and truly in love with herself, her life and who she wants to become....

It took me seven years.

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Seven. Years.

Can you imagine?

Seven years of neglect?

Seven years of abuse?

Seven years to walk away.

Secretly I left sooner.

I left when the stick turned pink

And he told me to kill her.

I left when he pushed us

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Those concrete steps on a cold December night.

I left when the need for alcohol

Was found in between couch cu...

“So, is he going to take care of you?” there was clear hesitation in his pause.


“.... and the kids?”

She couldn’t even look up at him. Her eyes were glued to the map that was tracking the man he was speaking of. He was stuck at a stop light. Thank God there was traffic. She was beginning to panic. They had never crossed paths with one another. Sure, they knew about each other. They knew what the...

The salt air hit her in a way that her soon to be ex husband had not.

It was peaceful.

Serene.

Comforting.

It felt like home.

Her soul was beginning to relax.

She closed the car door and sighed as she looked into the back seat of her 2002 Suburban and found her four children sleeping silently.

“Margaret! You’re here!” a voice she had not heard in years cried out.

Margaret had hoped she w...