All by myself


Not the Eric Carmen, “ I want to take a bath with the boom box” song. Tonight, the moon is shining at me. I am content. Another productive day. Changing people’s lives. I see them. I am here.

To the sperm donor that said I would amount to nothing like my Mother. Well, as I have told you many times in the past few years, I do not need you, my Teen does not need a Grandpa, and I am a Bad ass Bitch. Oh, and your first wife is even Badder.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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