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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Poisoned Purple Pen
 
She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
My Dreams...
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
TODAY...
I will reach for the stars
Will not give up
Will give all that I have
Dare to dream the impossible dream
For anything in this life is possible
 <---I am blown away by this
December 24, 2020 at 12:39pm December 24, 2020 at 12:39pm
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Prompt: How is covid changing your holiday plans and how do you feel about that?
Blasted piece of shit Covid. God we were so close to making it through 2020 covid free. But of course, that's what I get for thinking.
Now, I know this isn't going to be love conquers all, so great to be married for so long, blah, blah, blah entry. Instead, I am going to rip the husband to shreds since I blame him for infecting the rest of us.
That devoted man that I've been married to for 29 fucking years put indoor Soccer over his families health. Asshole. I have been livid for an entire week now. I had entire rant in my head all planned to lash out on him, but God help me, I haven't let it rip.
I mean fucking seriously. Since when is indoor soccer a necessity during a fucking pandemic? Why was it fucking more important than the people he actually lives with?
On the drive home from urgent care he had the audacity to turn to me and say, "You know what made me think I had it? I lost my sense of smell." To that I hit him as hard I as I could in the arm while he was driving and told him he was an ass. He was already experiencing symptoms for 7 days. Brushing off each one as they came. I even asked if he wanted to go get tested and his response was, "for what?" Fucker!
The only smart thing he did during those 7 days was have me call my parents and cancel our regular Saturday dinner plans. But he had no trouble letting our oldest and his wife come over that weekend while he was coughing and having chills. Who does that?
I am the designated house for Christmas. It was bad enough that my step siblings and their families weren't coming. My mother is battling early onset Alzhiemer's, and these are the moments I am struggling to spend time with her because of this piece of shit pandemic. But nope, another god damned day taken away.
I cannot even pinpoint if I am asymptomatic, or when the date was that I caught this shit virus. Which means trying to postpone Christmas to New Year's Day doesn't seem like a smart idea to me. But the family is all pushing for that. I swear it's like they've all lost their damn minds.
Luckily, we all had pretty mild symptoms. R's symptoms: severe back pain, followed by chills and coughing. Then just as he thinks he's getting better. BAM! Loss of smell. He's still coughing. My oldest had a false negative rapid test, and the results from the regular test came back positive. He had a stuffy nose, chills, cough, fatigue. Then the loss of smell and taste. His wife has pretty much followed all of his symptoms, with the exception of the loss of senses. She still hasn't lost any of those. My youngest has a cough, sore throat and it has wrecked havoc on his stomach. I swear that kid has easily lost ten pounds in a week. Saturday I started noticing symptoms, but swore that I had a sinus infection, which is usually what I get just before the holidays as Michigan works its ass off to try and figure out what kind of weather we shall have from day-to-day.
It started with the sinus issues, and Sunday during dinner I had a few bouts of severe back pain, that went away as quickly as it began. I wondered then if my rapid test was indeed a false negative as well. But the Dr had already told me not to test for at least 5 days after the last test, and only test if I was having symptoms.
Monday I got in line at a drive-thru testing site, which took a fucking hour, where of course I fell asleep while waiting in my damn car.
So no, Christmas I'm not looking forward to you. At least my son and daughter-in-law will be there since we are all Covid positive. Dinner will be just a regular one without all the trimmings. I mean fuck it, why bother, half the family won't be there anyway. And since I cannot smell anything or taste anything for that matter, I see no sense in going out of my way. Besides, I'm working tomorrow. Why? Because my fucking employee freaked out when she learned about my husband having covid and quit. Which leaves me the only dayshift worker. And since my son has covid too, I couldn't have him cover my ass when my uncle is covering his.
I'll miss hanging with the family that day, my mom especially, but this is where we're at. I'd never forgive myself I made her sick with this crap virus.
On a side note, for that person who so brilliantly had to go and make a fake account just to rip on a few of us who put the blame where it belongs in the US, squarely on that piece of shit in the White House and didn't do a god damned thing to try and save the people in the US. I wish you hadn't been such a coward and deleted your account. You certainly had no qualms dishing shit out. No, Trump is no God, nor is he the Devil, but he is a disgusting piece of human garbage. And if you don't like hearing that, too fucking bad. The truth hurts. That man only gives two shits about himself, which he proves every god damned day. So don't go preaching to me about your beliefs. For I am not one to sit down take it when someone is wrong about something so damn serious. Covid is fucking serious. Subjecting us to herd immunity? What a fucking prick. Where has that gotten us? Over 300,000 dead. On his watch. That makes him fucking responsible. Maybe if he'd actually have a heart, he'd care enough to do something about it.
I ramble too much, and I know this is so off the rails. Blame it on Covid. I am! Right now I'm just a miserable bitch and I don't care.
"JAFBG"  by Turkey DrumStik 
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So sorry for your family's loss, T. I've been through that sadness with the loss of a couple expected grandchildren. It's a terrible loss. 
I'll just say you and I are on the same wave length!
