Life and Times of a Mommy(:

The Funeral

My life began with a funeral. I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the starting point. The point when everything changed. The moment that I vowed to never be the same. Now, standing on the dock looking over the mesmerizing Everglades, I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if he had never left me. What would have been different? What would have been the same?

I turned my back to the glorious sunset and thought about about how much had changed. How much had changed for the better. I had escaped. I’d gotten free. Free from a horrible marriage, from crushing depression, from mind-numbing fear. Everything was going to be okay. Everything is okay.

Thank you to the wonderful Stephanie for our prompt this week!! Congrats again girl!! Go check out her post and everyone else’s!! Feel free to join in!! 


Ten Years Later

Elanor looked out at the waves rolling in. Her back porch was only about a hundred years from the beach. Watching the waves roll in with a cup of coffee in her hands was her favorite activity. Except for today. Today was not a happy day. She had just received a phone call from her sister. Her mother had died. She needed to go back to her home town.

Today was the day she had dreaded since she moved from that wretched little small town in BFE. She hadn’t been there for her dad’s funeral. Why would she? Her mother and sister had been perfectly capable of handling those arrangements. But now, all that was left was her and her sister, Andrea. Now she would have to go back and face the whole town.

When she moved to California, Elanor vowed to never be that girl everyone mad fun of again. She grew out the short brown scruff to a long flowing mane of chestnut colored hair. She lost about 50 pounds and ditched the dorky glasses. Her acne cleared up with a little help from a prescription medicine. She wasn’t that short, pudgy girl from high school. She was a successful writer and photographer. She had made it out of that crap town, went to college, and made something of herself. But now, Elanor had to go back. Go back and see those people who ridiculed and humiliated here. She’d proven all of them wrong and she was going to go to her mother’s funeral with her head held high and show all of those people just how far she had come.

This is a follow up post to this post. I said I would write more and I did. Sorry it took so long!! This piece feels very repetitive to me so feel free to give some constructive criticism!!


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