live with a man that isn't related to me or my husband,
have gratuitous sex,
settle for less than I want,
confide in new friends,
waste my time, money, or peace of mind trying to make someone love or like me,
give up on God's plan for my life,
say what my child cannot do,
take love, friendship nor people for granted,
have sex on the first night/date.
Monday, May 27, 2013
the aftermath and the loss that lingers
This is not a tale full of light, funny singledom pursuits, but rather one of tears and loss and real life.
It happened one Thursday evening. I was so happy with the news and giddy with thoughts of the future. Everything was shiny and new again.
Then I felt it, a stabbing sensation and I knew something was wrong. I cried, prayed and pleaded that all was well, that is until I saw the blood. Dark and menacing it poured from me, taking with it my joy and peace of mind. Where moments before was bliss, now was melancholic sorrow. I thought to myself that this is the end, of he and I, of our created child, of innocently believing our disobedience has no consequences.
We lost the baby.
I miscarried. Alone in my bedroom, blood-streaked dreams dissipated and leaked from me. Barren and bereft, I wept.
It happened one Thursday evening. I was so happy with the news and giddy with thoughts of the future. Everything was shiny and new again.
Then I felt it, a stabbing sensation and I knew something was wrong. I cried, prayed and pleaded that all was well, that is until I saw the blood. Dark and menacing it poured from me, taking with it my joy and peace of mind. Where moments before was bliss, now was melancholic sorrow. I thought to myself that this is the end, of he and I, of our created child, of innocently believing our disobedience has no consequences.
We lost the baby.
I miscarried. Alone in my bedroom, blood-streaked dreams dissipated and leaked from me. Barren and bereft, I wept.
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