He who shall not be named also known as: the son who died
I won’t mention him by name. I don’t want to sully his memory by talking more about the way in which he passed. There was already enough internet drama at the time, and my grief was public enough. But I feel it is important to mention this because I will refer to him as the son who died when I write about him. He was not my biological son, but he was my son nonetheless.
My So Called Summer – Pt 2 – Crap Covered Walk Down Memory Lane
I drove 20 hours back to Virginia to reconnect with old friends. The BFF wasn't who I remembered. The old house had other people in it. Crossing into New Jersey I almost had to pull over and fall apart
People Problems
Summer school with classmates ten years younger and no baggage. I'm a single mom with twenty years of regret. The disconnect is real and mostly self-imposed.
I Should Have Known – Signs It’s Not Meant to Be
I should have known that my marriage was not going to last the first time I looked at the sleeping face of mr Horrible and I wanted to smother it with a pillow.
Filled With Regret
Fiona Apple wrote a song that sounded like she'd been in my marriage. Regret is on repeat. He opposed me just to oppose me. He didn't see me. That's regret.
