Maggie came home and found Ian “on the nod”. He looked up at her, but couldn’t focus. The heroin he was on must be good.
“Mags my love,” he murmured.
“Don’t say a fucking word,” she scoffed.
All the happiness she felt before she walked through the door evaporated. Even with the rain, she had been elated. She had picked up groceries to make a sumptuous Easter meal. And a basket of lilies because their aroma reminded her of home. That’s where Maggie should be. With family. Not him. How could she love a man so bent on self destruction?
Genre: Tragic Romance
Special thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the latest Friday Fictioneers prompt. I had to write about my book characters, Maggie and Ian. I hope you like the story. It’s a bit darker than I’m used to writing. I thought it was appropriate for the prompt though. Have a great weekend my dear readers. Please know I take criticism as well as kudos for my stories. I’m no marshmallow. Bring it on.
Just when I think it can’t get worse, I had a shit day (no!) You had a shit day (no!), we’ve had a shit day (no!) I think that life’s too short for this I’ll pack my ignorance and bliss I think I’ve had enough of shit, Blow me one last kiss.
As David from Lead.Learn.Live. has said about my blog, strap in for the ride. Because darlin’s here we go. Feeling a bit like a snarky bitch today. I’ve just about had it. These last few months have SUCKED! Fucking sucked!!!!!! I’ve gained 20 lbs because I haven’t been able to run. I’ve been drinking because I’m a whiny dumb ass. I’ve been obsessing over shit I can’t fix. I’m pissed off at myself for not being able to hold onto friendships and relationships. I’ve changed. It’s what I’ve done. I can’t go back. I won’t. I have to get up and run. Every damn time I want to go back to the gym something happens. There’s some road block. Some obstacle that gets in my way and fucks everything up. But no more!!!!!!!
As I was helping my Adam Boy move tonight, he had me laughing my ass off. At one point in the evening, he looked at me and asked me how we could be related. I told him, I was there and I know I gave birth to him. He’s such a cynical shit. Then I started singing and Meggie bitched at me to shut up, because my voice sucks. I have to say even though they are shit heads, I love them immensely. I looked at them after we repainted a bedroom in the apartment and said come hell or high water, I was going back to the gym tomorrow night.
I’m tired of feeling anxious and being a cranky cunt. I need to get fucking moving!!!!! I’ve worked too damn hard to go back. I can’t backslide. As I was driving home tonight, one of my new favorite songs came on the radio. Blow Me (One Last Kiss) by P!nk. I idolize her. She is the epitome of what I want to be. She doesn’t give a fuck and she says what’s on her mind. She sings what’s on MY mind.
I cranked up the radio, banged on the roof of my car and sang my ass off. I made the decision that enough is enough. I’m done whining and making excuses. It’s time to get back in the gym and get this crazy aggression out of me. As I was telling Rory today, instead of self-destruction, I need to focus on self-preservation. Not only of my body, but my heart and soul too.
I’ve made a lot of connections here in this lovely blogosphere. While some have been good and healthy. Some have been self-defeating and taken me into a downward spiral. It’s time to look up. To move on.
Tonight when I got home, I turned on some P!nk and danced in the living room in my tank shirt and undies. This Sparkly Girl is heading back to the gym and starting the long way back to being able to run 3.5 miles again. Sometimes the best revenge is living well. It’s what I plan to do. Every damn day of my life. I’m going to live well.
I will do what I please, anything that I want I will breathe, I won’t breathe, I won’t worry at all You will pay for your sins, you’ll be sorry my dear All the lies, all the wise, will be crystal clear
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