Celebratethe Small Things

Celebrate the Small Things

Friday has finally arrived and it's time for "Celebrate The Small Things", a bloghop hosted by Viklit from Scribblings Of An Aspiring Author. Each week people from all over the world share about the things they are celebrating for the week. Big or small, if it made you happy, share it. Sign up!

This week I'm celebrating:

 1. It's been a while since I've had time to post. So I'm celebrating the fact that my life isn't as busy anymore!
2. I've been doing some writing, below you will see a piece that I've written. Very rough draft, still think I need to add more emotion into it. However, in my defense, I did write it in a few minutes.
3. I am glad I got the chance to live through the entire week. I've been hearing so many stories of people who never made it home to their families. I'm just grateful that a week has gone by and my family and I are still safe and in one piece. It's not our time yet lol.

Have a great weekend! Hope you make it home safely to your family... Just in case.... Appreciate the little things in life.

Secret Weapon

 

I never considered myself to be a push over. The thought never once crossed my mind. What type of idiot allows other people's problems to determine their happiness.

I've got a back bone! I can stand up for myself! I don't need anyone to give me anything!

HA! How I wish...

I never had a back bone, only because you broke it. I never could stand up for myself, only because you kicked me while I was down. I could never give myself the things I wanted, only because you made sure I looked too ugly to find a job.

But I can't possibly blame you for where I find myself. I saw it coming.

From the days when we were just boyfriend and girlfriend trying to find love in the most unexpected ways, I noticed things about you that I didn't like. Yet I done nothing. I noticed how you would make side comments about the way I dressed, the way you would get jealous everytime I had to work late, the way you would grip my arm so tightly everytime I stepped out of line in public. Should I have left you then?

Or how about the time you threw me out of our house for having a puff of a cigarette? Or the time you got so drunk that you forced me to have sex with you in the bathroom of a disease infested pub? Or the time you forced me to starve myself for a week so that I could lose a few pounds?

Maybe I should've left you when I discovered the used condoms laying in our bedroom? Or the time I found a sex video of you and your ex girlfriend, taken with my video camera? Perhaps the time that you choked me against the wall for answering your phone, shattering my collar bone?

I should have left you now. After you beat me continuously for falling pregnant...

But I didn't... I'm still here. But it's only because I've got something special for you. While I will be in fields of flowers, wearing flowing dresses and enjoying the sun, I will give you something that will remind you of me everyday of your bitter and insignificant life!

Everytime you look at yourself in the mirror you will cry at the hand that karma has dealt you. You will relive the moments, play by play, in your head! You will try to find something or someone to comfort you, but nothing will work. No one will want to be with you, especially after you've been introduced to my secret weapon.

Useless piece of shit.... Meet AIDS!