The Plucky Pen
Author’s note: I am a freelance writer who has covered community news in Union County, Tennessee, for about a decade. I wrote this for a local newspaper, but they declined to run it. I am posting it on my personal blog because I feel strongly that these students are in danger, perhaps physical danger, if the situation at their school is not addressed. Before reading, it is important for you to know that I reached out to both Union County Superintendent of Schools Dr. Jimmy Carter and former Union County High School principal Linda Harrell for comment. Neither of them have responded to my questions. I will continue to ask them for comment and will post it here if they send it. Linda Harrell will not be the principal in the 2016-2017 school year, but she will have a teaching position.
At Union County High School in Maynardville, Tennessee, a simple…
View original post 1,343 more words
I finally did it. I finally told the MIL that no, I didn’t want her watching the kids for any extended period of time. I said “I don’t feel comfortable with them being gone that long” which isn’t the real reason, I love having mini-vacations and they love going there and getting spoiled rotten but they always come back different. They don’t act like my kids when they come home. They’re quiet, subdued, grumpy, and they burst into tears at the drop of a hat. It takes about 3-5 days before they’re running around, making noise, having fun and being MY kids again.
She called to try and get me to agree to her taking Boo for the weekend, and of course Boo asked to say hi to her when he saw me on the phone. This was right after he saw me braiding Rosie’s hair and he asked me to do his, but his hair is too short for braids (because the MIL forced him to get a haircut), so I gave him a little ponytail on the top of his head. he thought this was great and he wanted to tell Nana about it. She responded by saying “No you can’t do that, James! Boys aren’t ALLOWED to have ponytails!”
This was the absolute LAST straw. I decided enough was enough and I said no I don’t want her taking the kids. She hung up and probably called her husband right after to yell about me hence the reason for the title of this post. I don’t want to start a war right now, but after two weekends in a row where her fucking with shit has caused J to need to take an unpaid day off of work after (which we can by no means afford >.<) I have to put my foot down and say I’m done, because she has put my family through enough bullshit for anyone’s lifetime.
J is trying to help as much as he can, but he’s got enough to deal with without worrying about me
Boo doesn’t know why Mommy is sad so he gives me a hug and plays on
Rose is a little hellcat, demon spawn to be sure, and she is fierce beyond all reason. I am so proud of her already. Smash the patriarchy, little one, i believe in you
I keep wanting to escape from I don’t even know what anymore. I don’t even want to go anywhere just not be here
I am nothing
I will never amount to anything
I will never be more than a wife and a mother
I will never be more than the only person who will always be there for you
I am necessary to your survival and success, but I will receive no reward
My time is yours to command and dictate since I bring no money to this relationship
I am an afterthought, a side-note, a supporting character
My name will mean nothing to no one
I’ll never write, act, or sing again
I’ll never do anything I love
I’ll never have a job I will love
I will never have a career
I am nothing
I just have this urge to dye my hair, I’ve always wanted the tips to be blonde and then ombre it into red with dark roots, but I can’t afford a several hundred dollar dye job so I thought I’d go blonde all over then slowly work up to being able to do the red afterwards.
Kitty is happy
why dont you want me?
i am good enough to talk, play games, and watch tv with, but not to fuck, not to touch,
WHY DON’T YOU WANT ME!?
yesterday we were married, and yet it is as if i was a sister to you. good enough to share food with, good enough to laugh with but not to fuck, not to touch,
why do you not want me?
there hasn’t been the light of desire in your eyes for years, don’t think you hide it well, you dont think of me as a thing to touch, a thing to fuck,
i know you don’t want me, why?
THE BELLS ARE RINGING!!
No, not Christmas Bells! Wedding Bells! Yes indeedy, J and I are getting married in the tiniest wedding that you ever did see this Saturday. Why haven’t I announced it before this? Because we are literally flying by the seat of our pants and making it up as we go, we’ve(me and my mom) thrown this together in the last couple weeks and it wasn’t even a sure thing until we heard back from the priest but YES IT IS HAPPENING and I will post pics of my “dress” (its a little unconventional😉 hehe).
Anyways I’m back into the fray, but even though its been ages since I’ve posted here I still do check all your blogs and I love you all very much😀
It’s just an hour late you say, but I see so much more
It’ll just be a day or too, I won’t be far you say, but I see farther
What’ll be next;
A big project to stay late on, 4 nights a week?
Helping the boss out and getting a bonus?
Taking on some extra work because “I can handle it.”?
Coming home late night after night, your children long asleep in their beds
I’ll stop staying up for you after a few months.
A year later, I won’t bother leaving food, I’ll know you already ate.
5 years down the road, your son graduates middle school and you’ve got a conference call.
Your daughter goes to prom and you’re halfway across the world.
I’ve had a string of lovers and you never even knew.
One day, you will come home and we’ll have left,
Won’t even wonder,
Where we’ve gone.