Tonight is one of Those NightsTonight is one of those nights: Lying in bed, kept awake by my odd insomnia that began when I was only a few weeks pregnant. During this time, I use it very carefully to reflect on my life from now and bonding with my baby who I so long to meet and hold. I turn over a bit to see my sleeping husband, overly exhausted from overworking himself. He’s deep in REM sleep but I’m sure he’d be wide awake if I even whispered his name. I looked down at our child and just realized how everything was falling into place. I traced my fingers up and down as our child moved and squirmed, finding “comfortable” an extremely hard state to achieve.More Like This
“God, please give me a son,” I began to pray out loud yet softly as I turned over to the window, “I want to make my husband proud… I want to make my uncle proud. I know I shouldn’t be selfish, especially after Gus and I worked so hard to get pregnant… I just want to make him happy…”
Following Footsteps - Chapter 1Following Footsteps is something I never wanted to do, whether it was the world, celebrities, or my parents. All of which, I’ve come to hate. Although I can’t really say that I hate my mother because I never met her, but that’s another story. Life hates me so I decided at a very young age that I hate it right back. By the way, my name is Athel. Yeah, it sounds like a girl’s name but it’s the only thing (besides my eye color) my mother gave me and for that, I love it.More Like This
There are three things you need to know about me...
1. I hate myself.
2. I’m depressed.
3. I don’t believe in true love.
So here I go, I guess I’ll start with number one…
I look like my father. I guess that’s the reason I hate myself basically. I blame him for impregnating my mother. You can’t bare the entire weight of her death all on me, especially when I was a baby and they were two high school kids just screwing around (no pun intended). I just recently