SoCS — looking Back

I suppose, in the end, looking back at it, it wasn’t all bad. Oh sure, it was pretty contentious at times. Most of the time, actually.

We fought a lot. And when we fought, we really fought. I mean knock down, drag out fights. Not physically, of course. We never hit or kicked or bit one another. Yeah, I do remember putting my fist through the wall that one time. And then there was the night you threw your wine glass at me. Fortunately I ducked just in time.

But the mind games we played were emotionally bruising. You said I was gaslighting you. I said you had me walking on eggshells. We threw verbal jabs at each other, each like the sting of a bee. And the resentment we each felt toward one another settled upon us like a thick fog that cast a pall over most of our marriage.

Face it, we are both very passionate people and it was our passion for life that brought us together, our passion for love that kept us together, and our passion in bed that had us soaring. For a while, anyway.

So that’s why I say it wasn’t all bad. At least in the beginning.


This post was written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Linda has commanded us to write about the beginning of something and the end of something. Bonus points if our first sentence contains “the end” and our last sentence contains “the beginning.”

#writephoto/3TC — The Beginning or The End

170EAE13-38F3-4AED-B0E5-D1CCD192B525The past six months had been brutal. Carolyn lost her parents and her grandmother to the virus. She was laid off from her job when her employer closed its doors due to the pandemic. And she just got the results back from her own COVID-19 test and it was positive. Her life, she felt, had hit a metaphysical wall.

As she stared out at the glistening water, she thought about her options. One would be to slowly walk into the surf and literally drown her troubles. Having lost almost everything of meaning in her life, she felt there was nothing left to lose, and nothing left to live for.

On the other hand, she could turn around and give herself a clean break from the past and start her life anew. She was young and, aside from testing positive for the virus, she was healthy. It wasn’t necessarily a death sentence as it had been for her parents and grandmother.

Carolyn was at the crossroads between an end and a new beginning. She looked, once again toward the sea. Then back behind her toward the dry land. It was time for her to decide, and with her usual resolve, she made her choice. She chose her option. And she walked slowly in that direction.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt and for Di’s Three Things Challenge (been, wall, clean). Photo credit: Sue Vincent.

Share You World — Of Guns, Respect, Ego, and Death

Share Your World

As Melanie, at Sparks From a Combustible Mind, pointed out, it’s almost the end of fourth month of 2020, and what an “interesting” year it’s been so far. Here’s Melanie’s Share Your World prompt for this week.

Do guns protect people or kill people? Or both?

Both. But first, let’s be real. Guns are designed to kill. Sure, they can also be used to protect and/or defend people. But in the United States there are more guns than there are men, women, and children. More gun deaths, including suicides, than any other nation (close to 40,000 a year) and more mass shootings than any other nation. And then there are the types of guns available to citizens in America: high capacity, military-style, semiautomatic weapons. These types of weapons aren’t used for protection. So, my bottom line is that guns do kill people…far more than they protect people.

Is it more important to be respected or liked?

It would be nice to be both liked and respected, but if I had to choose one, it would be to be respected.

Is having a big ego a negative or positive trait?

Ego is essentially a sense of self, a person’s self-esteem, self-opinion, and self-confidence. We all have egos, and there’s nothing wrong with having a positive sense of self. But when someone’s ego is oversized or blown out of proportion to the point of narcissism, it becomes a negative trait.

Depending on your point of view, is death a new beginning?

Death is the end, not a beginning, new or otherwise.