(Ironically, I wrote this before I actually got pregnant and became a teen mother. I was obsessed, in my late teens, with motherhood, with getting married, getting pregnant, and raising a big, beautiful family. It's really no wonder I got pregnant at 18, and had I choosen a less wounded partner, who knows how differently things might have been.) ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, not so long ago, there was a young lady named Betsy. She was a very lonely and vulnerable young nobel, and was sometimes too accepting of things because her heart had been scarred when her own true love had been drawn and quartered for the charge of adultery ( Read more... )

(This was an english assignment my senior year of highschool. I kept it because it had a sad and deep meaning for me. I share it because it's expressive.)

One person who affected my life a great deal was my father. He was not a good father, caring and interested, but his lack of interest has affected me in ways I could never have imagined ( Read more... )

As she asks the people at the table she is serving if she can get them anything else, or clear away their plates, her grey-blue eyes are distant and unfocused, and I can tell she sees a different world than I do ( Read more... )

(I believe this was another English Assignment turned memoir. When I realize I was feeling vulnerable enough to share these intimate thoughts with a teacher, for a grade, I am heartbroken. What attention was I looking for? Did I find it?)I think being judgemental of peoples looks is wrong ( Read more... )

Here I am ( Read more... )

How can you prove your love ( Read more... )

A sunset falls ( Read more... )

A shining castle ( Read more... )

I have a quote on this on my geocities page: "I need your love as a touchstone of my existence. It is the sun which breathes life into me."

Which was so true of the relationship I had with the person this is written to, my first boyfriend, my first "lover", and my most abusive experience ever...very true of this relationship, but not in a good ( Read more... )