Like many people, I question my sanity every day. I am somewhat sane, as sane as I can be in this Covid thing. But these things I think about, experience, dream about, or whiteness, make me question this even more.
Warning:
My thoughts are kinda messed up, no I'm not suicidal, far from it actually, but these stories will mostly consist of the crappy things I go through, so it may seem like it. And no, I don't have depression, at least I don't think. I may have had it in the past when these stories take place so...(I have been to therapy and am doing a lot better tho) Sensitive topics may be mentioned and I put that before the story. Just a few things would be death, suicide, self-harm, sexual harassment, panic attacks etc.
This is really just an excuse to vent everything that has happened to help keep me away from the breaking point. I also think that people can learn from my experiences and not repeat my mistakes. Please don't hate and say,
"That's not so bad, you have things a lot better than you think, stop being so dramatic"
I know I have an amazing life, but I'm not perfect, and I have my own issues. This is something I am very self-conscious about so please, don't bring it up. If you want a change of scenery, like a less depressing story, or one about dreams, stupid people, or bad experiences, feel free to ask. If you like some stories more than others, I most likely have more like so, just tell me. No matter what, I will eventually post all of them. Thank you for reading this really long intro, but it is very important.
I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday.
It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all.
From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children.
Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really.
The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . .
. . . because they're reserved for her.
For readers:
* I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out!
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* I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!!
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Happy reading, everyone!
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