"You can't what?" Cindi asked..."You can't tell you what you think of me, and our life, how you made a mistake and should never have married me... again. You want me to sit so you can let me know how little you think I'm worth, so you can make me feel as if I am nobody, and I have no worth? You are demeaning and hateful more times than you should have been, and you have no trouble beating me down with your words. You have no trouble breaking my will, crushing my aspirations, and leading me to wonder, is it worth this, is life so important to me, that every day is just like the day before, on edge, without dreams, that I am no longer the strong-willed girl I once was, but a mere shadow of the woman I could be. My spirit is broken, and I fear it can't be fixed...my only recourse is my writing, words of wisdom, that only belong to me, and that sometimes, I share with others. Between you and me...I will go on, probably the same, with optimism and faith, there's always a chance..."
by Louise Sarraya, CaliforniaKathy frowned. "I don't want you to throw a two hundred pound weight over my head!"
"Oh, okay," Cary said, dropping the weight directly on Cary's feet. "I thought you liked your feet, but suit yourself."
by Phillip Lynne, Knoxville, TN