Recently, I heard of someone who lived alone and died alone. He had been ill, but chose not to go to the doctor. His friends, unable to contact him, went to his room, only to find him dead. Although I didn’t know the man, the thought of someone dying alone…
You Used Me is my reflection on past relationships that have caused me angst. I’m processing my feelings and healing my wounds… You Used Me You used me Yes , you did. You used me You took my love and affection Used it to flatter your ego and add me…
Last week, I shared a piece of fiction I wrote and I was greatly encouraged by the response. Falling To Pieces is a continuation of sorts. Falling To Pieces As she wrote her letter, she thought back to the days after she had broken off from him. One particular day…