Ending The Pregnancy

Ending The pregnancy,Pregnancy, Love

“I am pregnant”. I watch you mouth the words. You are pregnant. Pregnant. For a few seconds, this word does not make sense to me. It sounds foreign. Greek? Pregnant? I don’t recognize it, nor understand what it means. I am not sure I have heard it before. Have I? I mouth the word myself….

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I Miss Being Single And Lonely

I Miss Being Single And Lonely, Wife, Husband, Marriage

Dear husband, This letter is copied to all the boys masquerading as men; men who mistakenly think they are God’s gift to women; to husbands who don rings yet do not understand what being a husband entails; and every married man who is a disappointment to his wife. Remember when I was single? You noticed…

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When Love Left

When Love Left, Divorce, Marriage, Suits,

Chances, if you are married, are that one day you will sit in a courtroom next to your lawyer – who will possibly be a man. Across from you, facing you, eyes unwavering, gaze steely, will sit a man you will wish to have never met, with his lawyer – possibly a lady. You will…

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Stained Sheets

Stained sheets, Domestic Violence, Women, Abusive marriage, Fiction Friday, Love

The white sheets have blood stains on them. I leave the bed and head to the living room downstairs. I find him, sitting on the couch, his hands cradling his head. The heels of his legs move up and down as if afraid to touch the floor. He is shaking. He is mumbling something. I…

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Let It Burn

Let It Burn, Zayn malik, One Direction, 1D, Burn

When you have met the man of your dreams. He has gone ahead and asked you out. You’ve agreed to his advances because there is a special part of you (who are we kidding, its your heart – and so many other places) that flutter and tingle when he is around you. When one date…

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He Turned Me Into A Man

He Turned Me Into A Man, Financial Independence, Bills, Rent, Woman, Man

A woman in love. That is who I was. Was that so wrong? I was living my very normal, very womanly life and getting on with it quite well. I was financially independent. Done with school. Done with University. A good job under my sleeves. And now I was ready to try men, marriage and…

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