WEEK 18: Little did he know…

Prompted by: Mary Ellen

Iraq.

It took more than just his legs. So much more. It stole the man I loved. A piece of my heart.

Okay, that’s a complete and utter lie.

It stole the man I still love. Ripped out my entire heart. Left behind a raw, gaping hole I’ve never been able to fill.

I hate Iraq.

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WEEK 14: “Please,” she begged.

Prompted by: Nicky

I was halfway out the door.

“Stop.”

I was halfway out of her life.

“Please,” she begged.

I was halfway out of my goddamn mind.

“Just stop.”

And I had zero intention of stopping.

Not this time.

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