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1 Girl Walking.
Posted by: missconstrued on: December 15, 2009
Dh and I spoke definitively about separation papers today. It’s an odd subject. Talking about separation with somebody you thought you would spend the rest of your life with.
I don’t know when I stopped thinking that.
I only know that at some point my body was so fine tuned for his tension, his anger, his disappointment, his hate, [...]
There’s Always a But(t).
Posted by: missconstrued on: November 17, 2009
Butt of a joke.
But…(insert scary news here).
In trying to get my thoughts together, I was posed a question by dh after I told him that something had to give, and that if I didn’t find that SOMETHING soon, it was going to be me. He asked me why it was our relationship or me. And [...]
In Your Hands
Posted by: missconstrued on: November 14, 2009
We were 14 and 13 the last time I held your hand. Frozen in time and Washington D.C.’s wintery crispness, the green of your bomber jacket and the pink of my cheeks stand sharp against the pale sky. Fragmented by the knobby gnarled trees and their lingering fingers, shivering as they wait for spring. Your [...]
Zack and Miri make a…
Posted by: missconstrued on: March 3, 2009
Am I old?
Really. You can tell me.
I was so mortified during that movie, I turned it off. Sure, there were shimmery moments of hilarity, but mostly, it seemed like a playground competition. When we were in 6th grade in Washington D.C. we used to stand around and see how many times we could use curse words [...]
On Birthdays
Posted by: missconstrued on: April 21, 2008
Momma,
Today is your birthday. Because *I* am a lady and *YOU* are a lady, I will not reveal your years all over cyberspace. Even though a teeny tiny mischevious little part of me would like to.
When I think about it being your birthday today, my mind is flooded with memories and thoughts, each scrambling over each [...]
Fade to Black
Posted by: missconstrued on: October 21, 2007
Yesterday, after the boys fell asleep, I hopped on my bike and started pedaling. No money in my pocket, no place to go, just a desire to be out in the wind and the night urging me on.
When I first got here, I used to run at night. I couldn’t take it after about 3 [...]
Food is a Four Letter Word
Posted by: missconstrued on: September 26, 2007
I wrote TD a note the other day.
His food habits make me nervous. I don’t know how else to say it.
I want to grab him by the head and scream, “WHY CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?”
Which is: A too thin young man struggling with food even though he shouldn’t have to. And doesn’t have [...]
On Family: #4283
Posted by: missconstrued on: July 23, 2007
I went out to an early supper with my grandmother and her boyfriend today.
Every time she sees me, she brings me something. Pictures, cups, keychains, tokens, memories. She is starting to give them away.
Ultimately, I know what this means: She wants her affairs in order before she leaves (I cannot bring myself to type the [...]
Protected: Loathe Thyself
Posted by: missconstrued on: May 23, 2007
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May 13th
Posted by: missconstrued on: May 11, 2007
Mother’s Day is tomorrow.
A day that Chad and I don’t place too much weight on. I think to do so would be an admission of times and losses past.
What we do take stock in, on an almost daily basis, is our family. The boys. The parents. The sporadic siblings. The neighbors. The girls and boys [...]
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