“If you call the cops again, you’ll be dead before they get here.”

That was the last thing my ex husband said to me before I left him 12 years ago. This post isn’t about that, though.

This post is about my daughter. This morning I was thinking about how I really admire my daughter more than anyone else on the planet. She came from a broken home, my home. She heard her father say those words and saw a lot more than that…things that aren’t meant for the eyes and ears of children. She was eight years old when I gave her a garbage bag and told her to grab what she wanted to take with her when her dad left for work that morning. We left, and I never looked back, but my daughter had to visit with him, and had many more rough years dealing with a father who had a hefty substance abuse problem. As an aside, I can now look back and see the traumatized child living inside of him.

Anyhoo, what I want to tell you is this. My daughter persevered despite all of that! She dusted herself off and made the honor roll(s) year after year and eventually got scholarships to go to college. This week she learned that she got accepted to a competitive study abroad program and will be going to Panama in May. She is also going to graduate from college earlier than most and most likely with high honors. I am amazed by her, proud of her, and admire her more than anyone I know. #nevergiveup#shesurvived




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  1. five2one 5 months ago

    My wife and I are, unfortunately, legendary in our disagreements.

    This is largely only because our last life was so close to this one…

    She ended up dying from heroin, as did I….

    That last life was in the sixties. And, we were both famous. Though, I made her famous.

    She did not die as I did… it took her a few years.

    She remains dead, to this day, I try and wake her, but she does not want to do it.

    I can not contrast us with you, however.

    We made our getaway.

    We were in love… and while we both had other lovers, we only loved each other…

    We deserved this.

    We left behind a lot of money and fame… but my fame, our fame… was more then what people would think.

    Because, she was my… “companion”.

    But, the truth is, is she came from me, before even the angels. Indeed, I would have never had the angels, but because of her.

    We have many children.

    The most painful of our children, is Satan.

    I am not sure what you want us to say of that.

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      Scarlett2 5 months ago

      @five2one have you read neverwhere? Your writing reminds me a little of that.

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      • five2one 4 months ago

        @Scarlett2 Haha… thank you, Scarlett.

        I have read parts of it, but the author, Neil Gaiman, has been a huge influence on me, for my modern mythos. (Granted, so many others, as well, and this all started with the Doors and the call to create new mythologies and new gods.)

        Neil’s Sandman series has been an influence, there, the sort of mythos it provided. It helped me build a pre-existing bridge between the old and the new, straight into popular culture.

        That is, the concept of superheroes as like gods, the uber man of Neitzchean fantasy… with the Sandman series, Neil took the edgy graphic novel brush of the superhero and built the direct bridge to the mythic.

        Not so much as anything anyone creates intentionally, per se, but it simply comes out. For my own part, I do like to theorize, and explain…. but, my main role is… to live it.

        And let the comics and movies follow.

        Like storm clouds and murders of crows.

        These are the dark clouds of heaven, vague, as clouds are, dark… with lightning most unique and terrifying… shown up in the sky, via the posterboards for the movies, and on the cinema screens themselves.

        We are able to watch the storms of the gods, comfortably, at home, even, feeling the raw sensations communicated to us through the actors, yet knowing, unlike the heroes behind the myths, we are quite safe, untroubled.

        And this is what we are supreme at. Like antennae’s for energy. For communicating real experience. For living it, then retelling it. We are vulnerable. Flesh. Soft. Super sensitive.

        Quite unlike how gods are typically depicted, we have much to lose. Therefore. And with that risk, comes the drama, the mystery, the suspense, the horror, the adventure…

        Somewhere out there, there are real people experiencing real events, much like what you see on the movie screens. And risk is curtailed for them, somewhat. After all, cops in shootouts do have body armor and are trained to shoot. They have radio for backup. Good percentages of soldiers did not make it home, but better percentages did.

        Maybe there are folks who can come back from the dead. :-)

        But, that is still a very painful, lengthy process. Quite often, anyway. I suppose it depends on how it goes about. I have had it happen in multiple ways.

        But, point is, there are those with insurance, who can risk more. And get more accurate news. Going further, to the edge, for the best signal, to bring it back home, through the news readers. Those are able to take the bumps and shocks — they have the rope to travel deep down the hole, and the experience to know how to get back up again.

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