I have been feeling a little nostalgic lately. I shouldn't but I keep thinking about how everything used to be with people that have been in my life. I remember being foolishly in love with Dominique and so reckless with my love in general. I have always hated that about myself; I love too easily and way too hard. I can't exactly say why I am bringing this up at the moment but I jut can't help but THINK about it all before. I would do anything for anybody and it still was never enough, I was never good enough for anybody. I used to try to make everyone feel the way I felt but I couldn't.
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So my husband, a month or so ago, told me to be careful when I'm out here alone because the streets are getting crazy and they taking everybody out here. That makes me think of Kuis. I wish he had been more careful, he didn't deserve what happened to him, but at the same time, I don't even think that was him being at the wrong place at the wrong time. I mean, he was, but I think that was a setup and they meant to hurt him. They didn't just shoot him and leave, no, those assholes beat him with their bare hands, to his death. I didn't write those post to talk about
I am not exactly sure how to start this off... This weekend has been a difficult one, for the whole city of Omaha. Markquis Walker, "Kuis Antone", was beaten to death on August 7, 2014. He was on 24th Pratt and he suffered from three fractures to his skull. I am not completely sure of other details because I keep hearing different things but up to that point is agreed on. This hit me hard because he was my brother's best friend. They grew up together, they even look a lot alike. It hurt my heart so much because my brother could have been with him, he was supposed to be actually.
I was talking with my sisters and the girls at work, as I always do, and we were talking about sex, as we always do. I told them my husband and I do not have a lot of sex. Yes, you read that right, minimal sex in our marriage. The reaction is always the same, so are the questions. They are all like, “Why not? But you’re MARRIED!!!”, “If I was married, he would get it all the time”, and “You’re a bad wife.” That never bothers me except for the fact that they don’t know my marriage. Marriage is not all about sex and despite it all, it’s not even hard being almost sexless. Now, I didn’t
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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