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Husbands before Children

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I take no credit for the photos above. New York, Greece, Cozumel, Bali, and San Francisco. 

          I had a friend many years ago that told me that when it comes to her marriage and her relationship with her husband it always comes before her children. When I first heard this, I was appalled. My whole life I had heard my mom say to people, "My children come first." This is the way that I had always lived my life from the time I had a kid (at the ripe old age of 17). I could not believe that this friend was telling me this. How can you put anyone or anything in front of their children??
          Well I think that I have finally realized that this friend of mine was on to something. I have an abnormally strong marriage. Donny and I joke that there has to be something wrong with us because we have been together for way to long to still like each other so much. Donny is my world, and my life definitely revolves around him, BUT..... I have always clung to my children.

A Tortured Soul





Today I decided to give you guys a big treat. This is a poetic something (I don't really know what to call it) that I wrote a little while back. This is going to invoke some strong feelings and reactions from people (possibly you). Read carefully and with an open mind. If you are not open minded, then you will fail to understand where this story comes from. 






A Tortured Soul

            There is an old saying that the eyes are the window to the soul. Supposedly if you stare into someone’s eyes long enough you can see deep down in to their soul and see exactly what they feel and what they are truly made of.  People look into mine and they see mystery. If they only looked harder, they would see that there is no mystery. In my soul lies darkness, torture, sadness, and anger. The type of darkness that is all consuming. The darkness rushes over my every being until I cannot see or find my way out. My first instinct is to fight, fight my way out. I fight as if my life depends on it, and what no one realizes is that it truly does.