When I looked up I say my stepfather. I was in awe. Who the hell told this scum of the earth that she was here? I know my sister and I didn't because he was the last person either of us wanted to see. I have to imagine that some the hospital had gotten in … Continue reading I Wasn’t Supposed To Be There; A Life Saved (Part 5)
At some point in this whole mess I had to go pick up my sister. All I remember thinking is how am I going to explain this to her? How am I going to explain that on this day, a day that should be filled with joy and happiness for her, what had happened. Why … Continue reading I Wasn’t Supposed To Be There; A Life Saved (Part 4)
She doesn't wake up as I say her name. I begin to sake her a little and still no response. By now I am in a full on panic because my mom had attempted suicide before. She wont wake up. I turn to her bedside and see an empty pill bottle. I then turn and … Continue reading I Wasn’t Supposed To Be There; A Life Saved (Part 3)
Before I move on I suppose I should provide a better visual of the layout and landscape. As you drive into the house straight in front of you would be a 2 car garage and then to your right was the house facing the road but attached to the house in a sort of L … Continue reading I Wasn’t Supposed To Be There; A Life Saved (Part 2)
This is a series of post about the day that I found my mom having attempted to commit suicide. These were not easy posts to write and I am sure even harder for my mother to read. I want you to know that these were approved by her prior to posting. This content is raw, … Continue reading I Wasn’t Supposed To Be There; A Life Saved (Part 1)
Something I have been reflecting on a little bit today. Yeah I know even this early in the morning but I suppose you don't get to determine when you brain is like "Hey, we are going to think about this now." There are a lot of things I miss about my past and what is … Continue reading Missing The Past Is OK
As I often do, I sometimes begin to write a post and then it sit on the shelf for awhile as use the time to find the words to express how I feel or sometimes I am not really sure even what I mean by what I was trying to convey. Well this was one … Continue reading I had No Voice
I was at dinner last night with my ex and my daughter. During dinner my ex asks me what I am doing with her over the weekend (it's my weekend to have my daughter) and I informed her there were no hard and fast plans. She then proceeds to ask me if I am going … Continue reading Is It Just My Family?