Today’s WordPress writing prompt- Surreal
Nothing mattered. Eating didn’t matter. Showering didn’t matter. Sleep didn’t matter.
Everything seemed like it was a million miles away. My home. My job. The 2016 Presidential Election.
“Your husband has been transferred to the SICU.”
“Your husband might not survive this surgery.”
“Your husband’s heart will stop beating today.”
“Your husband is clinically dead.”
“Let’s look at the caskets we offer.”
The moment you give your credit card to the man at the cemetery to buy your second piece of property.
The moment you have to check the widow box on the marital status question on medical forms.
The moment you have to write deceased next to the father’s name on your child’s forms for school.
Those moments when life doesn’t feel real.
Daily Prompt https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/identity/
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She was a wife.
It was a role that she was proud of.
She and her husband had eight wonderful years together.
They had a wonderful wedding, a little starter home and went on adventures.
They became parents together.
They full-filled their vows to each other. Till death do they part.
Now she is a widow.
Though she is among friends, she is alone.
She has been open about her grief but few people know the real her.
Her true self.
They just see her as a widow and a mother.
Most people aren’t interested in knowing the real her. It’s easier to just keep seeing her as the person they once knew.
She is too boring. Too ordinary.
She misses her husband. Every cell in her body aches for him.
But sometimes she is tired of just being a widow.
She is no longer the person she once was but she can’t go back.
Too much has changed.
She isn’t sure who she is becoming or where she is going.
All she knows is that she doesn’t want to stay where she currently is and that it is impossible to go back.
Today’s writing prompt came from Teresa’s Creations. Two word prompt: “Be grateful”
That is what they say tell her.
She must not be grateful for what she has.
How would they even know?
Of course she is grateful.
For her daughter.
For her friends and family.
For her means.
For her health.
How dare they imply she isn’t grateful for that.
Can’t she just miss her husband?
She loves her friends, but they can’t fill the void he leaves.
She loves her daughter.
Her daughter is young.
It’s not fair to expect her to take the place of her father.
People tell her to be grateful.
Do people even know what they are saying?
Do they not understand what she has been through?
Be grateful for what?
The loss of her dreams?
The lost plans?
The loss of security?
The loss of faith?
People think they are helping, but they don’t know.
Why can’t she just feel what she feels?
Why can’t she just be sad?
I have been wanting to dabble a little bit more into the creative side of writing.
My post today came from Teresa’s Creations. Two word prompt: “Life Today”
Life goes on around her, but it doesn’t matter.
The world moves forward.
Life moves forward.
Business as usual.
But her life stands still.
A lingering sadness.
Maybe a permanent sadness.
She has been through so much.
Her soul mate is gone.
She yearns for the happy days of her past.
The empty years lay ahead.
How long can she live off of memories?
When will she feel alive again?