The Alternatives

You made me feel so alone. So, why did you stay? Because I loved you. How could you? After all I did to you? I never saw it as what you did to me, it was all you did for me. You knew my troubles and you set me free of them. But I lead you to damnation. I’d follow you to hell, if that’s where you’ve been headed. It’s been a long time coming. It has, my love. He shoots her once in the chest, and then turns it on himself. 

Motherlovers!! I used to think getting married at a young age was like leaving the party to early.. But, the fucking party was lame to begin with. Like, I said, I thought that. And in a way I still do, but not for myself. Fucking A, right? I think that for other women. Why? Because deep down in my cold, black heart, I truly believe I found my knight in streaked armor. My best friend that is the life of the party. And everyone who has ever met him, knows that’s a fact. Even his best friend wanted to marry him. In all seriousness, I wanted to marry the same guy, just years from now, and thought, why not now? Why, wait? I’ve come to the realization that life can end at any moment, for any reason – I’ve grasped the fact that, contrary to popular belief, I am mortal and since modern technology doesn’t hurry the fuck up, I can not, in fact, transfer my consciousness into a machine. So…until then… And as that thought came in, another one came right after – funny...

Twenty Nine My oh my Yes time flies   Twenty Eight Was yesterday Plus one has arrived   The sun shines On your parade Go on, have your cake   Twenty Nine What a lovely surprise Life has blessed you with one more ride .

Hello, Motherlovers You know what feels lovely? Knowing I can fart in front of my partner and not have to worry about whether or not the hot wings I ate last night are going to be putrid in the breeze headed the direction that my partner stands in. It is so soothing knowing the one I love won’t judge me for my bodily excretions. But, It wasn’t always that these happy days existed. It seems like just yesterday I was having to hide the erupting bubbles that exploded in my belly as punishment for not letting them exit. As he sat there talking to me about his favorite Dragon Ball episode, all I could think of was when the fuck he was going to go the fucking restroom so I can – ahem – let’er rip. The struggle is real. Now, I know there are people out there who can’t fart in front of anyone – or so I’ve heard. And that is some fucking effort. I know for a fact after a few minutes, I am already regretting the decision of holding it in. Like, you can HEAR them in my stomach,...

Hello, Motherlovers. I write to you today as I prepare my partner some burgers. But since we have no burger buns, I have to improvise amd make him a Texas Patty. Minus the Texas toast, just regular...toast? Oh well. And as I do this, he sits at our office/kitchen dining room finishing some invoices and preparing to load the bong. Which we have appropriately named The Riddler due to it's green "trees". Of all to say, my relationship is not the most perfect. But I love it and would have it no other way. From the day we met to present day. An amazing journey. And August has helped cement and make our bond stronger. So, yes, It has it's flaws. Yet one thing my partner and I do a lot of is communicate. We always communicate - that and we live together. We are bound to talk at one point or another. But all jokes aside, communication is key. A lot of us want mind readers. I would know. I expect my partner to be one at a times. Just like he does with me. Just...