The Alternatives

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...

You  just couldn’t wait until I left. You just fucking couldn’t. To think all this time you ran behind my back. Did you ever even love me? Did it occur to you that all this may have been real for me? Did your heart ever have room in there for me or was it all just a lie? Was I a replacement for somebody else? A feel-good fuck? Ahh! You had to bring this slut into our home! Into OUR home! Where our children sleep!. Where I cradled you in my arms when you were to weak to fight. How fucking dare you betray everything we stood for. How fucking DARE YOU!?! Everything we helped build. What am I going to tell the kids? What am I going to tell my kids? How am I going to explain this? Shit. Shit. Fuuuck! They can’t know. How are they going to understand? That I- It’s ok. I got it. I got this. It's ok. Shit. Ok. Think. I need to think. How do I get rid of two bodies? How do I fucking move them? Think, Linda, think.

Hey, nuggets. Here is something I have been working for on a long while. It would mean a lot if you let me know what you think.  It is the beginning of a short story I am writing. Please let me know what you think. Soon, once I finish, I may put it all up on blog. Enjoy. "Break Up" Melissa dumped me today. So, obviously I threw a fucking fit and now I won’t ever see her again. In fact no one else will ever see her. I don’t really know what the fuck I can do now.   I can barely function. We’ve been together for so long. 1825 days. Now I have to remember to continue, just one less. Which, is actually really good on the wallet, so there is that. Is it selfish to feel like that? Or is it that I still can’t really come to terms with what just happened. I feel sickened by the events that have taken place. Jesus fuck. What the fuck? What is happening? I feel like im breaking down. Everything is falling out of place. I need to talk to someone, or at least actu...