I've been writing since high school, under the pseudonym of "M.E." I write because it's who I am. I began writing to veil the reality of my childhood in the scenerary of my written word. I don't know if it was a blessing or a curse that none of the people around me caught on to my truth. As I continued writing, I got closer and closer to accepting the reality of my abuse, and my works reflect my journey out of denial.
My current life is complicated...My husband of 27 years left me for a "man." Not in the way most people think...he's not gay...just an alcoholic/abuser who chose his childhood friend and alcoholic buddy instead of me and our children....no my children...he doesn't deserve to be called "Dad." It still hurts, since I gave this man 27 years of my life....and he betrayed me and MY CHILDREN.
However, after spending two months on a spiritual quest to find my path....I reconnected with my high school sweetheart. When we were engaged way back when, he was mugged by 5 brutes for the $5.00 in his pocket and pitol-whipped so badly that the surgeons had to take out the whole right frontal lobe of his brain in order to save his life. So, it got to be too much being raped by an uncle, So I ran away with the first person who took me far away from home...and it was OZ for a while, or at least I was able to convince myself that it was a fairy tale marriage for 27 years, until this person I called hubbie came home drunk one night and threatened me with a knife...
So Tim and I were married on Cino de Mayo....and we are very happy together. I have LUPUS, severe kidney malfunctions, and he, of course, still has life-long problems from having his right frontal lobe removed. So we are both on disability, poor as church mice, but blessed by our love, which we both know God kept in heaven for us to return to in HIS time. We are struggling to get the insurance company to pay for some test Tim now needs for his Hepatitis C treatments. He contracted it from blood transfusions given during his brain surgery...they didn't test the blood supply then...but hey it was either die that night, or live to be able to get treated for Hep C....no brainer, right....no pun intended.
Tim never married and never was blessed with children of his own. He kept every photo, note, poem, card, everything we shared during high school because he said he knew God would bring me back to him someday. Guess he's a hopeless romantic, and I'm just hopeless...LOL
My children love him, and he loves them....there is no complication with his vs mine...mine have just become ours...and it works for us...
We are both devoute Christians....not denominational, but we love God with our whole being, and truly believe we are saved by God's grace through Jesus's death on the cross. We live by God's divine word, and that works for us...too.
Hope to finally get to put some of my work here....just wanted to do an introduction first.