Betrayal

You brought another one.

Why on earth do you continue to do this to me? To us?

I was just starting to forgive you for the last vixen you dared bring into this relationship and now you’ve gone and brought yet another one?!

There is something wrong with you. Seriously. Something is just wrong with you!

Do you honestly think I will return to our bed now that she is not only in the picture but in our room?! At the same time?!

Why? That’s all I can really ask anymore. Why? Was I not enough? How was I not enough? Did I not give you enough affection? Waking you every morning for some time alone, making sure that you never missed an important meeting? Always being there when you needed me?

How is this not enough for you!

(sigh)

But I know, eventually, I will forgive you and return. I will once again accept your offerings of affection. I will return to our bed and I will learn to live with…her.

You don’t deserve me.


In honor of my cat, who is finally starting to forgive me for bringing a dog home. A BIG dog. After my sister, her husband and their cat moved in a month ago. I don’t deserve her love sometimes and she lets me know it.

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Camp Fire

Can you remember those once a year times?
And recall what it was like, just a night with you and Dad?
Maybe you slept in a tent or under the stars.
Put out fire embers int he morning and packed up.
Only maybe you didn’t have a dad to take you,
Until your Uncle stepped up to the plate instead.
That’s going above and beyond the call of duty for family.

Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. -Lilo and Stitch

Sometimes your own father isn’t there to be a father to you. If you’re lucky enough, someone else will step up and be there without trying to replace what you’ve lost.


Inspired by the last FreeWriteFriday prompt: http://kellieelmore.com/2014/06/27/fwf-free-write-friday-image-prompt-18/

There are some pretty awesome people out there who just want you to not miss out on something. Because they love you.

Blood Type

Cary sighed and flopped down onto her bed dramatically. Her parents were probably the worst parents in the history of lame parents.

(Yes, she was exaggerating. Yes, she was aware of it. No, she wasn’t going to stop.)

They weren’t going to answer her questions. They weren’t even going to acknowledge that she had questions and that they would have to answer them at some point.

(They were likely to actually go to their graves holding onto this secret, she suspected. It seemed to be that kind of secret and it was driving her nuts.)

It had started with a simple Biology assignment for school. They were learning about genetics and how they affect blood types within the family. Her parents were both Type O and she was Type AB. She looked like her parents and she was fairly certain that her mother hadn’t cheated on her father.

(They just didn’t have that vibe and what prodding she’d done had shown up as her parents being completely faithful to one another. And that they were both very aware that she apparently wasn’t theirs,thank you very much.)

Their manner towards her had never been any different from the way they treated her younger brother.

(Who was their biological child. She’d been there when her parents had explained why Mommy’s tummy was getting bigger and why she was going to have a younger brother. That had been a very traumatic thing to realize when she’d first gone through puberty and realized just what her parents would have to have done in order for her younger brother to be there at all.)

“This is going to bug me until the day I die if I don’t figure it out,” she mumbled to herself.

One Moment

One swallow does not make a summer. -Aristotle (384 BC – 322 BC)

Anger is only in the moment.
Let yourself calm down.
Don’t nourish and grow those grudges,
Because in the end they will only be a drain.
One moment does not a life-time make,
And one life-time is not only that moment.
 
One bird is not an aviary,
One bee not an apiary.
One horse is not a ranch,
One tree is more than a branch.
 
So remember this
When next you miss
That moment to calm down.
For you are more than your emotions.
You are what you allow yourself to feel.

Written for the Friday challenge of the Light and Shade Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-friday-27.html

This time, I got the word count part of the challenge.

Sometimes, you just need to leave the room and calm down because you won’t react in a way you’ll like if you’re all emotion.

Angels

image: saavem on rgbstock.com

She shuddered and opened her eyes. It was dark and there was little light. As she lay in the car, she recognized very little of it. The windows were cracked and glass lay about her. The metal of the car was twisted around her body in a mockery of an embrace. She wasn’t hurt too badly or, if she was, she couldn’t tell. Considering how her head was ringing it was likely that she was suffering from, at the very least, a concussion.

Which would explain partially why she couldn’t remember how she’d come to be in this position. She couldn’t even turn her head in order to see if there was anyone with her and her ears were ringing too loudly to hear anything either.

“Is anyone here?” she called out and then stopped, “Never mind,” she mumbled, hoping to stop the louder ringing and now spinning that she had subjected herself to with her yell.

No one answered, so it was just as well.

She was able to see the outside sky a little and she marveled at the string of stars and the strange streak that went right through them.

‘The Milky Way is far more gorgeous than I ever imagined,’ she thought to herself.

This wasn’t the last time she would ever see the lights above her, but it was the first time she would see a shooting star seem to land next to her.

“I’m going to get you out of there.”

Tonya smiled at the angel, surely it was an angel to be able to glow like that, who was reaching through the twisted metal and broken glass towards her.

Tonya was still smiling when the angel’s hand touched her head and everything went dark.


Written for Light and Shade’s Friday Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-friday-27.html

Though I have once again missed the target word count (100 words) and gone over it…

I’m just so wordy…

Like Lightning – Traces Prompt #8

Summer days and summer sighs
Underneath the dry, hot sun.
My gaze is drawn away
Melting underneath the sky.
Energy infuses my being
Right as you pass by.
 
Lightning flashes across the sky!
Oh! But I love a summer storm!
Voices fill the house with a blackout,
Even though we aren’t alone.

I haven’t ever had a summer romance, but I have always loved summer lightning storms even when they caused blackouts.

(Especially when they caused momentary blackouts where we got to use candles around the house because there weren’t enough flashlights.)

It’s actually storming really hard right now.

Written for this week’s Traces Prompt: http://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2014/06/26/traces-prompt-8-summer-love/#like-10662

Song of the Heart – Thankful Thursday

Today has been a slow morning, everyone who could sleep in did. It was worth it, as the day has slowly gone by (it’s almost lunch already?) and I have sat and just listened to some music. Of course, I only put the music on because my niece asked me to, but I liked listening to it while she whirled around the room, picking up and vacuuming.

I guess today I’m thankful for music.

The sound of children laughing.

The sound of children playing.

The sound of lullabies created by my mom.

The sound of the wind in the leaves.

The knowledge that music in itself is a prayer.

For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads. -Doctrine and Covenants 25:12

And when you can sing a prayer, then you just know that your day is going to be better for it.

For the original Thankful Thursday: http://mithriluna.wordpress.com/2014/06/26/thankful-thursday-the-gift-of-children/