Tag: alone divorced

I’ve always yearned to lie beside the man I love and discuss a good book.  To me, the mere idea of it feels romantic.  Intimate.   Even arousing. No man I’ve cared for thus far, my ex-husband included, enjoyed reading books.  Sure, they’d scour over a newspaper or the odd motorcycle  or hunting magazine.  But when it came right down [...]

Chaos.  The external components of my life keep shifting…giving way…breaking.  In my mind’s eye I see the support beams of a house built over water, cracking…adjusting…dangling.  Yet I know, I know that that house is ME: my bones, my soul, my reality.  My muscles tense with anger.  I’m gripping, hanging on, protesting.  I am strong, [...]