It’s easy to write in the hard times. Things just flow. Words scream out from broken hearts and onto the page. The good times though, those times it can be more difficult to form the passionate words so easily found… Read More ›
I just so happened to be the camel, and if my throbbing head were an indication of the pain I was in, my back had been broken.
I bit my tongue so hard that I could taste the blood seeping into a puddle that formed in the side of my cheek. It took every once of control in me to not react. Not change my facial expressions. My tone. Not to show my utter disappointment. Sadness. Fear. Shock. Betrayal.
You women that bitch cause he’s out in the garage for an entire Saturday tinkering with his project car. You women that bitch cause he kicks back and plays a video game for a little bit in the evening. You women that nag in the background every Friday night while your man is TRYING to just kick back and relax. What’s your damn problem?
An outside perspective is exactly what I needed and yet, it was the last thing I expected….
I’ve watched, and I’ve tried to help. I’ve tried to call out to you. You never really heard though. So here I am, telling you all the things I’ve always wanted you to know.
After much deliberation, I slowly realized that I was already creating the ‘theme’ of my blog. Reflections. Reflecting what I observed in the world around me. Reflecting what I felt on the inside. Reflecting what so many others were thinking and feeling and fearing as well. And so was born… Rah’s Mirror.