The baby is due in one month! Been busy taking care of the Mrs. No time for stories.
I do hope you're all doing well.
The Patch- TG Part 5I think that summer was when I learned about the meaning of bittersweet.The Patch- TG Part 5 by TGfascinated
The victory of being able to appear to the world as girl was, if I look at it now, resplendent. It was a relief, and it was a vindication.
The pain, however, made it all bittersweet.
Dr. Greenberg's restrictions ended up being very necessary. I generally spent all my time in bed, lying on the couch, or sitting on my donut-shaped pillow. Walking barefoot across the floor with anything but feathery steps could cause me great pain on many days. I took showers only, as sitting in a bathtub would have been way too painful.
Dad's primary client, the one that made him quite success, asked him to handle their call-center in North Carolina as well. He flew out there for a week, and then came back to Seattle to get his team set up to handle the additional load. That meant even great commissions for Dad, but I hardly saw him all summer. In fact, the only time I really saw
The Patch- TG Part 4We moved 45 minutes away from our small home in Seattle to a rental house outside Bellevue in Carver Hill.The Patch- TG Part 4 by TGfascinated
Carver Hill promised a shorter commute for Dad to work (not that I understood that at 9), and larger houses. And, it had schools that had already dealt with 'the patch' with clear cut policies of acceptance. Not that Seattle schools didn't have a policy, but our particular Seattle school apparently hadn't dealt with it or failed to implement it properly (not that I entirely understood that at age 9, either).
You'd think I'd have great concerns about moving, but I didn't. My friendships in the old school were, as I see it now, tenuous at best. And I had the great hope that maybe, maybe, I could change my identity sooner than age 11 if this area was more tolerant. I didn't express that to my parents, but I had real hope. And that hope had me happily moving into the Carver Hill house and leaving Northeast Seattle behind.
The house was a large
car crash.i. she sits in silence with only the rain to keep her company, only the dull yellow glow of the streetlamps and the ash-filled embers of her cigarette to light her way. she cannot move forward or back, stuck in a car with no motor, no way out. she puts her feet on the dashboard, accepting defeat. tears roll down her cheeks in a silent plea for mercy, calling to no one but herself.car crash. by snow-angels
ii. her tears flow harder than the rain around her, daring to drown her in everything she's been running from her entire life. every sorrow, every lost love, every "i don't" comes back to haunt her. the doors are locked, no matter how hard she tries she can't get out. forced to sit and wallow in past miseries, listening to the rain pound around her.
iii. so she lets go: lets her body melt away and letting her insecurities disappear with strangled moans and clenched fists, her nails digging into her palms. The scarlet drops pool onto the cheap faux leather, staining the seat, making a memory that wo