I haven’t been feeling particularly creative lately. My mind has been focused on other things, but I’m not abandoning anything! There is still this character trying to get me to write her story (I am avoiding her, don’t tell her you saw me, ok?). Meanwhile, another idea came to me last night, almost whole cloth.
My camera has been busy taking photos of the wild night life around here. The results are not for the squeamish, though. You have been warned.
I’m a cheating hussy and my husband couldn’t be more glad of that fact. Now, y’all might be scratching your heads at that one, but trust me, it’s the God’s honest truth.
You see, when I met the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, I was already married to a low-down, no-good skunk of a guy who didn’t know how to treat me right. Sure, he cooked me dinner once in a while. Yes, he took pretty good care of our kids. But that same man had a terrible temper; and he liked to take that temper out on my nice things, throwing them and whatnot. To make sure that I never thought more of myself, him knowing that I was the smarter of the two to begin with, he never missed a chance to put me in my place, especially in public. Them failed English majors sure do have a way with words sometimes.
When you added up all the fors and againsts, that scale came down pretty heavy on my leaving him, which is why, for some perverse reason, that man would do some strange things to try to keep me around. Continue reading