husband. My child.
reminder that betrayal lurks around every corner.
hell hath no fury.
judgmental, or those who refuse to think outside the box and look at the
broader picture. Those who think that everything is black and white. Simple.
Cut and dried.
sitting safely at home with the people you love most right by your side. When
grief hasn’t woven itself so deeply in the fabric of your DNA that it can never
be unraveled. There can be no separation. And even if you tried, it would only
result in you becoming a frayed and tangled mess.
treacherous moral tightrope. But you aren’t the one who plummeted to the depths
of hell, littered with the agony of loss and the anger of injustice, and had to
claw your way out.
pages in bold black ink. Marred, torn, and blood-spattered, its chapters hold
deep gouges inflicted by betrayal.
taken from her.
currently lives on the southeastern coast of the U.S., enjoys long walks on the
beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the
mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular
80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost
anything for a laugh, she’s your girl.