Story By MsBelleSugar

Every person gets a different amount of time in this life with their mother and everyone has an entirely different relationship with them.  My time with my mother was cut short and I didn't get to have her as long as I would have liked. She got diagnosed with advanced cancer with right breast, and she passed away 2 and half years ago, November 17, 10:10 am.  My years with my mother were short, wasted my time being rebellious, reckless, how dumb I was. If only I knew..  I lost way more than just my mother when she died. I did not get the chance to hugged her one last time as I get the news 3 days later after she had passed. That moment when I finally got my mobile phone from the workshop (the screen cracked and I was phone-less, family members were trying to reached me. There is one message with a voice-mail "her voice" ). I lost all of these things wrapped into one. I find myself talking to my mother all of the time, hoping that she can hear me...

I know it hurts.  And I don't know what else to say other than I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the sadness that paralyzes you; the sadness that makes you feel like you're pushing yourself forward just to go through the motions.  I am sorry for the pain that stings you, and makes you feel like I am pouring salt right onto your open wounds. I am sorry for the doubt that plagues you; the doubt that makes you feel like love is a risk that's no longer worth taking.  I feel like it's my fault.  I tried for a really long time to protect you; I built a wall as high as those that rise up around castles, strong and thick enough to keep a tempest of emotions at bay. I promised you that I would keep you safe, that I wouldn't let harm come your way, that no one could get in unless we really wanted him to -- unless we were ready.  But how prepared could we have been? It happened all in the blink of an eye, and suddenly there was this new warmth to you,...

This is just a simple letter, one that holds pieces of my pain and also my faith. These are series of sentences strung together and addressed to the holder of the fragmented pieces of my heart. They are just words, words that mean different things to different people. This simple letter probably will make you think of someone. That someone isn't my someone, but he held the same power over you. He kissed you with the same surreal brilliance that captivated you so deeply. He looked at you in a way that stirred a place inside your soul you hadn't known existed. He told you that he loved you, and you believed him. He isn't the same man, but to him you cry the same words. You and I are so different, but we are the same. We have the same heart, or rather what is left of it, and for that reason I hope this letter brings you some kind of complex sense of comfort. I hope this letter helps you to understand that you are not alone in this beautiful land of heartbreaks that we tip...

Is it possible that you are being abused and not even know it? Domestic violence is once again in the forefront of the news. This is in part due to abusive incidents who sports figures or celebrities that have become very public. Abuse is not always as obvious as being hit or shoved, called degrading names or ceased out. In fact, it can very well be underhanded or subtle.  You may find yourself feeling confused about the relationship, off balance or like you are walking on eggshells all the time. This is the kind of abuse that often sneaks up on you as you become more entrenched in the relationship. I am talking here about psychological abuse, which is also known as mental or emotional abuse.  Psychological abuse occurs when a person in the relationship tries to control information available to another person with intend to manipulate that person's sense of reality or their view of what is acceptable and unacceptable. Psychological abuse often contains strong emotiona...

Anger and abuse in relationships begin with blame: " I feel bad, and it's your fault. " Even when they recognize the wrongness of their behavior, resentful, angry, or emotionally abusive people are likely to blame it on their partners: " you push my buttons ", or,  " I might have overreacted, but I'm human, and look what you did! " Angry and abusive people feel like victims, which justifies in their minds victimizing others.  Angry and abusive partners tend to be anxious by temperament. From the time they were children, they've a sense of dread that things will go badly and that they will fail to cope. They try to control their environment to avoid feelings of failure and inadequacy. The strategy of trying to control others fails to satisfy them for the simple reason that the primary cause of their anxiety is within them. It springs from one of two sources -- a heavy dread of failure, or fear of harm, isolation, and deprivation.  The Silen...