The Sound of Loathing

I have heard the sound of loathing, and I can't turn back. It snakes through my mind, pushing happiness aside. I know how it sounds to be hated. It has been a challenge to document the next part of my infidelity story. Even thinking about this part of my experience tightens my chest and sends... Continue Reading →

Panic Meets Humiliation

Gaining my bearings, I noticed there, beyond the snowy field, was the town home community I had been circling. The stark contrast of the field (that was too dark to see), touching the edge of the brightly lit neighborhood, created a new question I couldn't face alone... I quietly dialed 911. [Excerpt from Beyond The... Continue Reading →

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