marriage
Marriage is not so much a word as it is a sentence–a life sentence.
Dixieland
The Two-Four consisted of eight acres, two by width, four by depth, just outside the north most suburb on 87. When it was summer at the Two-Four, it was like a Kiss song—hot, hot, hotter than hell; in the winter, it was just hot. Carter had four kids, two girls, grown and off at A & M, and two boys at home. You had to look hard to realize that the boys weren’t his—a product of his second wife’s first marriage, step-kids. Not to Carter. To Carter, they were his boys. End of story. And Cheryl loved him for that; “Cher,” the lovely and talented, as he called her on his radio show every weekday morning during rush hour (such as it was) in Sendera. The day she saw his body, propped up against a tree trunk on the back one acre, as if he were a migrant worker taking a break against the merciless South Texas sun, was, however, not a weekday morning. That day in fact was a Sunday and the boys, Randy and Shooter, were getting ready to go to the Baptist church down the street. On pleasant days, they could probably walk to the church from the back one. Or at least throw a rock at it. But there were no pleasant days in Sendera. Surely not after today. Not after this particular Sunday in August.
By Conrad Ilesia4 years ago in Humans
The Summer Tanager
The Summer Tanager I can recall the day it perched on my window sill. It was long after Daryl had died. I was sitting out on the front porch filled with attempted determination. I could not decide whether today would be the day I remove his clothes from the closet. It wasn’t just his clothes. I questioned when to get rid of it all. Toothbrush, shoes, tools, his favorite mug. Do I even need to get rid of them? My sister said that this shit is weird, to keep a dead man’s clothes in the house. Niya was giving a bit more than sisterly advice when it came to this topic. Solely because she witnessed her share of arguments, vases being thrown, confrontations with women, the make-ups and break-ups, and the transfer of words as sharp as new knives that can never be taken back. If it were up to her she would burn all of it. I am not as audacious. Not has theatrical. Consequently I simply have several internal meltdowns whenever I try to decide if today was finally the day.
By Natalie Black4 years ago in Humans
The Lake That Never Thawed
The smell of coffee fills the small kitchen and it's quiet except for the sound of crackling bacon. Susan is holding an empty coffee cup as she stands over the sink and looks out the small window at the frozen lake behind her home. It is warm inside, but she has a heavy blanket wrapped tightly around her like armor protecting her from the world.
By Alicia Liana5 years ago in Humans
Apart Together
Donna sipped her chamomile tea, staring at the clock on the wall. The second hand crawled around the face as she drained her cup. Tony sat across the room in his armchair, staring at the large window through which he could see the empty street outside. Donna placed her china cup on a side-table, brushed biscuit crumbs from her jumper and looked at Tony for a moment. She took a deep breath, stood up, opened the living room door and stood in the hallway for a moment. She looked back into the living room, first at her husband and then at the clock. After watching the second hand click round for a few seconds she put on her coat, closed the door and left the house.
By Peter Nuttall5 years ago in Humans
How An Ink Pen Almost Caused My Divorce
I can still remember the little flutters that filled my belly, as my son, then six months along, moved and stretched inside my womb. It was no doubt the happiest time in my life, with the exception of when he made his arrival into the world. It had taken so long for us to have this chance at parenthood and now it was here, it was real.
By Kassondra O'Hara5 years ago in Humans
8:06
It's 8:06 in the morning. Upon awaking, my eyes are jostled by the sound of my alarm. I look over and you're still sleeping. It's routine for me to roll over and kiss your back. It's funny; sometimes I find myself inhaling the aroma of it--that's a smell that will never fail to incite pure happiness.
By Cory DeAn Cowley5 years ago in Humans
No Hope for Hope
August 8 is a sad date for me. On that day in 2000, our family friend with a beautiful name Nadezhda (meaning “Hope” in Russian) died a horrible and slow death. Five axe-cut wounds to the arms, chest, left shoulder, and a final blow to the neck from the back that broke her spine. The investigators said she was probably running around the house wounded trying to shield her two kids with her body. The murderer was more merciful to the kids, killing each of them with one hard blow to the head with the blunt end of the axe. The police never established if he killed the kids after Nadezhda or made her watch them die. According to the neighbors, who heard the screams and cries (no one came to help, but someone did call the police which was too late to arrive), the whole crime took about 30 minutes. Half an hour of horrible pain and agony for Nadezhda.
By Lana V Lynx5 years ago in Humans
Guys Aren’t Getting Married Anymore, Here’s Why.
Is it worth it Anymore? One of the biggest problems facing western countries today is the decline of marriage and the sky rocketed rates (68%)of divorce. With a majority of Women initiating divorces in the U.S,many single men from the sidelines are taking note and are reconsidering the idea of tying the knot for a more alternative lifestyle. Often more than previous decades, the decline of marriage and hookup culture has internally scared away potential suitors to partake in the traditional human experience because the risk is higher than reward and could result in men (or sometimes women) losing half of their assets and properties in the process. It’s no wonder that in countries like Japan for example that Grass Eater men opted-out of dating and working at traditional office jobs like their parents before them and instead dived into collection based hobbies or video games to fill a void in an modern age of courting a woman.
By Kyle Smith5 years ago in Humans
The Best Thing I Never Had
Leslie had always loved marigolds. Their radiance and brightness. A huge part of the reason she picked this venue for the wedding was of the beautiful gazebo placed in the marigold garden. She remembered reading that marigolds represented life and vibrance but there was a dark side of the symbol as well. In other books it was said that marigolds meant death, despair and were called the flowers of grief. As she looked out over the preparations being made in the garden she almost became engulfed in this duality. The very place she picked to start the rest of her new life was supposed to be full of life and vibrance. Instead it is going to be the death of her relationship.
By T Gaither Stuckey5 years ago in Humans
'It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages'
Being human means never really living in the moment. We constantly crave new and fun experiences to look forward to so that when one event is happening, we aren’t too sad when it ends because we have something else to look forward to. However, there are the odd and rare occasions when we experience something so special, we never want it to end.
By Em Whitehouse5 years ago in Humans
