What Am I Fighting For?

It’s hard to fight for something when the other person doesn’t care. It’s hard not to question your worth when you are tossed aside every other day. It’s hard not to question if you will ever be loved again. You were so close to marriage—to starting a new life with someone. That someone was your … More What Am I Fighting For?

Pathetic.

Pathetic. That’s what she is. He told her he’s done with her. He told her he never loved her. It was all lies. What does she do? She turns her phone on Loud and waits for him to come back. He’s always come back. She’s done nothing wrong. She’s supported him as much as she … More Pathetic.

It’s Not About Being Beautiful. It’s About Being Comfortable.

I stared into the mirror with frustration growing inside of me. I had been trying to apply liquid, winged eyeliner for the last twenty minutes. Nothing was working. I had applied, wiped off, and re-applied too many times now. Tears were starting to form. No. I could not cry. That would ruin the rest of … More It’s Not About Being Beautiful. It’s About Being Comfortable.

Am I Broken?

I must be broken. That’s the only explanation. Unwanted by those supposed to love me most. I must be defective. They must see something fundamentally wrong with me. Relinquished by my birth family. Left shortly before my wedding. Good people don’t have this happen to them, do they? I’m not really sure anymore. It seems … More Am I Broken?

Withering Away

She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the dark circles under eyes… her hollow cheeks that took form as her appetite dwindled the last few months. Was this worth it? She hears the words from her family and friends. You are not responsible for him. … More Withering Away