What Comes Next

So I left. I did. I hugged my kids and packed my car and walked out. Holy SHIT. I’m not often so irrationally compulsive, but for whatever reason, when he popped off at me for no reason I decided that I just couldn’t do it anymore. There wasn’t a chance in Hell I was going to stand there and take another second of some bullshit that I didn’t earn.

Nope. Not happening.

But ummm… what am I supposed to do now?

I don’t know, but I guess I’m about to find out. This should be fun.


The Sunshine Award!

I’ve been nominated for Sunshine Blogger Award by http://Amermaid’sTaleThe content and feelings are really great here. If you aren’t following yet, then do it right nowhttps://kajalwriter.wordpress.com/contact/

Thank you so very much 🙂


  • Thank the blogger(s) that nominated you and link back to their blog.
  • Answer the questions.
  • List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo on your post/blog.
  • Make a new set of 10 questions for your nominees to answer.
  • Nominate 5-11 Bloggers and share your post with them so they see it.

Question & Answers

  1. What is the meaning of love according to you?                                                                       Ans – Love is in the way another soul wants to connect with your own. It’s in the look and in the touch and in the eyes of both the Lover and the Loved.
  2. What is your greatest fear ?                           Ans – My greatest fear is never really being happy again. Not pleased or content or satisfied, but really happy.. You know, earth shatteringly, but wrenchingly, dream inspiringly HAPPY.  The kind of happy that someone would write a song about someday because I’ve been there and I miss feeling at home…
  3. Where do you want to go? ( within your own country)                                                               Ans – If I could go on an adventure to the place of my choice, I would like nothing more than to stick my toes in every ocean on every coastline of America.
  4. Movie/ Book, what would you choose?       Ans – Book
  5. What is your favourite flower?                     Ans – the Dandelion
  6. What is your idea of a perfect day?             Ans – 70° and moderate winds beneath a cobalt blue sky. Maybe a good book or my camera and an ocean.. Any ocean.
  7. Give honest review for my blog. Suggestions/advices are welcomed.                 Ans – I enjoy the words and poetry found here. Within a spectrum of emotion and idea, I am never left unfeeling or unhappy.
  8. Are you happy?                                                  Ans – Sometimes
  9. Do you believe in Astrology?                         Ans – Sometimes
  10. What would you chose between fame and peace?                                                                   Ans – I would choose peace before most anything else in the world.

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My Questions

  1. What’s your favorite song?
  2. If you could change something about yourself what would it be?
  3. Why did you start blogging?
  4. Are you married?
  5. What excited you the most in your life?
  6. Who’s the last person you really hugged, and why?
  7. Do you remember your dreams?
  8. Give honest review for my blog. Suggestions/advices are welcomed.
  9. Would you rather write with a pen, pencil, or comp of some kind?
  10. Do you have a purpose in life?

Happy Blogging! And have fun!!

If Only

If I’d known then

The things I think

That I know


I might have saved


Some of

What I feel now

But I was never meant to be

As happy

As you once made me

I don’t have

Any chances left

To live a life

I won’t forget

Someday I’ll look into

Your eyes

And you’ll be

Staring back at me

And I’ll know everything

Is fine

Maybe you’ll even want

To be

Here by my side….

Unsent Letters • 10.20.2018

I am dating this letter because it might be a minute before it gets posted and Im not sure when it will be finished..

My Love,

I believe this will be the last letter I write.

No more greeting cards or post-its or sweet nothings scribbled quickly into a piece of scrap paper left laying around the house for you to find and pick up but not acknowledge. Why keep pouring myself on the ground so I can keep getting stepped on? I’m tired of getting my feelings hurt, and I’m tired of being angry.

If you don’t care, then why should I?

You’re a good man, Dratton. You’ve been a good husband and a good provider and a good father when you have chosen to be, but you haven’t been a very good friend.. Not to me, anyway.. and you have no desire to become one, though you should. I mean, Hell, you promised. You stood there next to me in front of God and all of His people and you promised to be my Person.

Simply put, you lied. Obviously, hopefully, not a purposeful thing, but the proof is in the every day living of our life.

To say these things and mean them honestly hurts me more than I care to admit. To say these things and know they’re true is breaking my heart.

I don’t know what to do anymore. Just tell me.. what do I do? I’m not thinking very clearly and I’m not sure I can find my way back home… Hell, I’m lost even when I’m going the right way nowadays, and I’m scared.

Scared to keep going..

Scared to just quit..

Scared of everything..

Mostly though, I’m scared that I will make the wrong choice. There’s no going back and starting over with you.. You see everything as being so completely clear cut. It’s either black or white, right or wrong, good or bad.. So if and/or when I decide to jump off the proverbial cliff, I had better be sure.

And I’m not.

But hey, it’s all about choices, y’know? It’s taken me a lifetime to figure it out but I finally get it.

My choices are my own and I choose to be happy. Even if it means being happy alone.

I wish things weren’t so screwed up. I wish you knew how I felt and that it made a difference. We’re so busy playing house these days, there’s no time to get back to the here and now, but I’m trying. I really am.. and this shit is hard. Really hard..

I’d never imagined it would come to this and I’m horribly unprepared. I don’t know that I can be picked up off the floor and brushed off this time..

I loved you yesterday. I love you today. And I will love you tomorrow.



finished 10.27.2018

Unsent Letters • 10.11.2018

My Love,

I miss you..

Knowing you were there was all I ever really needed and I miss that.. I sit and think about it sometimes – how it was, how it is, how I want it to be…. and more often than not it just makes me sad. But on days like today, when I’ve been alone for too long, I stop crying and start to get angry. I can’t help it. It really pisses me off to know it didn’t have to be this way.. To know that if you’d made an effort and spoken to me, even once, we just might have survived. Hell, we would probably still have a chance if you wanted, but not if I’m here on my own.. doing all the work. Not in a literal sense, of course, but if I make the compromise, I take the loss or the blame or the lead.. and I refuse. I’m not willing anymore to be left here alone and it breaks me. So I miss you…

Unsent Letters • 10.19.2018

My Love,

Sooo… what’s her name?

I’m not, contrary to popular belief, a total imbecile. I KNOW you. Something is wrong.. off.. I can’t put my finger on it, but I would swear on a stack of bibles that there’s something I don’t know. There’s gotta be..

In the better part of a decade I have never felt so small. Not like I have over the days of this past year. And I really, really dislike it…

If I live to be 100, I will never understand all of the “bullshit he was talking” that’s happened between us.. I absolutely canNOT win with you anymore..

Maybe there isn’t a somebody else, maybe you’re just done with me.. but at least I would have something to go by when I started to wonder..

I miss you all the time..

– A

Not Whispers

Ok soooo… God isn’t whispering at me. He’s SHOUTING.

I wrecked my car today… barely…

Truth be told, it should have been a whole lot worse than it was. My car should have rolled over when it landed in that ditch.

Hell, I wasn’t even going all that fast. A very good friend lost her father today and had called in a moment of hysteria and asked if I could pick her little girl up from school. I looked down at my phone to check the time and hit a puddle.

It was that fast.

Suddenly my momma was trying to climb in my lap and she’s saying “I have to get out! I have to get out!”, because she’s afraid that if she settles back at all in her seat the car will roll.

I had to LITERALLY turn sideways and use both of my feet to get my door open.

We should have rolled.

But we didn’t..