FOR BETTER OR WORSE by Twinkie R

The next couple of months seemed to run into each other as work became the normal social outlet for me. I was literally the Cathy Chatty at work but at home I was as a deaf mute. You see, Greg lost his job and we were living off of my paycheck and being at home became more uncomfortable and our conversations became few. Greg took temporary jobs here and there and we were very grateful when the money was coming but you could tell that we both knew this was not the way things were supposed to b...

The next week we started to put together what was left of what you would call a marriage. We started sitting down to plan our grocery list, what chores or responsibilities each of us would hold, when we would begin starting a family, you know all that stuff. It seemed like we were finally starting to see the light of day, that is, until that next Sunday rolled around.  We had decided that since our honeymoon started off on the wrong foot, that we would take the weekend to make up for it. We h...

I awakened the next morning with the sun beaming on me as if to try to slap some sense into me. I quickly got up, took another shower.  I guess some of  the greatest thoughts and soul searching have come from the shower but this morning there was not a thought on my mind. I was numb! I mean numb! I just stood there and let the water run on me without a thought of if it was too hot or too cold. I didn’t care, I just knew that a shower was needed and it was needed now.  I put on my Jet black ...

Here I am picking up the phone to dial my boyfriend Greg. Yes, I had to do this I told myself. It has been too long and we haven’t moved to the next level yet. Is that being selfish? Is it what I really want? Wanting to be married….Heck, yes that is what I want but the question to ask is, what is taking him so long?  Here I thought that I had it all. A nice 6 foot 4 framed, light caramel colored, educated, working (full time I might add) man. He had a killer smile and many, MANY women sta...