Tag Archives: Psychology

Marital Affairs

Coming Soon… Marital Affairs The ugly truth and Hollywood’s glorification of an emotionally shredding experience.   I wrote this on 2 November 2015… then swiftly forgot about it. Now, at nearly a year later since I wrote Broken, is as good a time as any to reflect on this. I’m going to be what only […]

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Against the Shadows Part #2

I stepped into the subterranean lake. As always, moonlight spilled across the lake. I didn’t have to wait long to hear Erik’s violin and I smiled. Many a day and night I had laid in this room, splayed on the steps… on the bed… listening to him play. I grew up here, crying into his […]

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Against the Shadows Part #1

Comfort. Protection. Comfort. Ian walked the dark halls. The screaming jabbed at his head. Comfort. Within a matter of moments he was there, standing across the room, far in the shadows away from view. He watched Angel scream. She dug at her naked flesh. Pulled at her hair. Holding herself she whimpered and rocked until […]

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So like me. You are I.

“You love him!” Hosea had screamed these words at me a hundred times before. There was no use in lying… pretending… I loved Him. It was more than apparent. I couldn’t say His name without glowing. “I do,” I said sorrowfully for Hosea. If there was a way I could undo this… Take away his […]

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Where Love Belongs

“Elizabeth.” I raised my head to Ian who stood over me. “Ian?” I said. He knelt beside me and pulled me into his arms. “What is it, lass?” “I…” The sobs stifled my voice. “I’m lost.” “You’re right here, in me.” “I don’t know who I am anymore.” “Don’t you?” “I…” How could I explain? […]

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Unbreak Me.

“You’re wearing Kallan’s coat,” I said. “I am,” Bergen answered with his grin. “It’s been a while,” I said. I looked at Bergen. He looked at me. He was calm despite the stern look in his eyes. “It has.” He said nothing, waiting for me to speak. Bergen always knew when not to speak. “She […]

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Reflections… Two

There was never any resolution. His coat. His coat. “Why don’t you ever take it off? You always wear your shoes and coat?” “Because I have to be ready to run.” Dad and Shaun would fight. I could hear their screams down the hall. And then the screen door would slam and the fighting would […]

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