Excuse Me?

Did you call me a liar? Let me ask you this, “Have you lived through my experience?” “Were you next to me when my memory returned?” The night hour sweats as another scene gorged its way through my denial. The terror of going to sleep. The body aches that returned as I walked through theContinue reading “Excuse Me?”

Phantom Pain

I’m 17 when I meet my first husband. He’s three years older with a job, a car and a means to run away. Our first overnight together is wrought with confusion and pain. He picks me up and drives me to a motel in another town. We arrive and he runs into the office, returningContinue reading “Phantom Pain”

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