Carmen Smallchild
Stories (5/0)
Round n round
You can't tell me that shouting, calling her names and hiding things is love. Cuz if you really think so then you werent raised on love. Love wont bring the worst parts her out in a blind rampage, leaving only terror and regret in its wake. Love wont abandon her like she means nothing not even just for a day. If you can look into her eyes filled with tears and feel nothing than I'm sorry to tell you but you don't love her If what your calling love is hurting her, then you need to focus something within yourself Love will make u want to do the work to heal, so the next woman to love you won't have suffer at all
By Carmen Smallchild6 days ago in Poets
My First Night with Mr. C
My son was born in fall of 2011. He was a week old when his father’s girlfriend messaged me to inform me of who she was. I was shocked and enraged, the man who swore to me there would never be anyone else, had a girlfriend. My heart for the very frost time literally felt like it was in pieces. My emotions ruled my mind for a few weeks. Thankfully, sister was over for the week helping me with the baby and house work. Later that morning I borrowed her car and drove to the jerk's apartment. I sat in the ally fully intending to run him over as soon as he stepped out. While I was waiting for him to show his deceitful face, my phone rang. It was my best friend. She had moved 3 proveniences away shortly after I had become pregnant. She called to ask me about the frantic texts I sent her. I told her where I was and she knew before I could say anything what I was thinking. Being the wise one of the two of us, she talked me into going home and into forgetting about the jerk who manipulated me so well. So I did. I moved shortly after to a bigger place further away from the jerk. It was spring and my son was 6 months old.
By Carmen Smallchild6 years ago in Humans
Why the First Time Should Always Be the Last Time
We met through a mutual friend, Mr. C is what I will call him for the purpose of this article, actually my best friend was a friend of his mothers. Both ladies were older than me of course. My first impression of him wasn’t a good one. Possibly because of the stories his mother told. I heard about his financial dependency on her even after he was 30, I heard about the expensive life style he lived without a job, and I heard about the image he attempted to portray to others. So, when I first met him in person I wasn’t that impressed. I felt he was arrogant and spoiled. I didn’t give off any negative vibes or remarks but I also showed very little interest in him. I remember feeling a little zap that I found unnerving when I first walked in to his mothers restaurant and saw him standing in the kitchen. I can’t really explain what exactly it felt like but it was an obvious internal jolt. I frequented the restaurant with my girlfriend and as a result I got to know and became great friends with his mother. It was a very good time in my life.
By Carmen Smallchild6 years ago in Humans