Exit Strategy

I pushed open the door to my daughter’s room. As I strode toward her, she looked up at me sheepishly. I put my arm on her shoulder.

“Mom, I just farted.”

“Oh…I see,” I breathed out carefully,  “then I shall only exhale.. ” How lucky I was, that I had not yet refilled my lungs. 

My feet shuffled quickly backwards, still slowly exhaling until I spun to dart through the exit. 

I made it!


Just a Curious Kid

“Mom.” Her voice brushed softly against my ear. I turned my head to look at my 5 year old.  She continued. “Who is gonna be our mom when you die?”

I blinked. “What?” 

“I don’t want you to die. But who is gonna be our mom?” Tears rimmed her big eyes. 

“Oh, honey, I am not dying. But I will always be in your heart, no matter what happens. I can be an angel and watch out for you forever.”

“But how do angels die?”

Even though I am an avid Supernatural fan, I tried to reassure her. “Angels don’t die. So I will watch you all the time.”

“But who will take care of us if you are an angel?” 

Oh, come ON! Do all five year olds question death and caretakers every few days? I hugged her tight. “Your aunty will take care of you.”

She paused to think, staring at the wall behind me.  “Okay. Can I watch movies now?” 

I sighed and stroked her hair. “No. Please go to sleep. Shhhhh.” 


I broke his heart.

I played a dangerous game. I went out with a hopeless romantic when I am an emotionless skeptic. He said he loved me, and I ran for my life.  I believe in love but I lost myself with him.

 He took charge and made decisions. I was no longer independent.  He began to order food and beverages for me without asking and tried to make my usual drink one that he approved. He became agitated with me for not giving him more details about my family in order to impress them with his knowledge. He insisted on pulling my hand and arm over to him as we hung out with my family. He hung all over me and squeezed my shoulders too tightly as we walked. I couldn’t even walk independently.  

He spoke ill of others even when informed I liked them. He only wanted the fancy restaurants. Instead of watching a theatre movie, he wanted to spend the time being physical.  

He wanted to gaze romantically into my eyes but only managed to make me feel uncomfortable with the stare.  He watched me eat like a hawk.   He began telling me he preferred me in my stuffy business clothes instead of changing to go out after work. 

One day, he said I should gain weight in case it would go to my chest. He softly suggested augmentation. He quickly said I was perfect just the way I am, but it was too late.

He began to show jealous tendencies after claiming that he was not a jealous guy. 

He wanted to plan for next year and was disappointed when I admitted that I prefered only to think of next month in terms of our relationship.  

I felt like he was lying about his true self to reel me in. 

I ended it by claiming I value my independence and just couldn’t be in a relationship. The truth is that he is not the right guy for me. 

Now I see him around and can feel him sulking. He carefully avoids me and had admitted he is struggling with not having me anymore. 

Meanwhile, I treasure every moment of freedom.


I looked dubiously over at my coffee cup. It was sitting in time out in the corner of my desk. A deep rumbling exploded from my abdomen. Damn!  I kept my gaze concentrated on my paperwork and hoped no one would realize that morning coffee betrayed me. No! Not at work! A sigh escaped as I calculated 7 more hours of torturous trapped gases to endure.

Free Bird

I recently had a boyfriend. It sounds weird to me. Boyieeeeee freeeeend. 

I am a grown-ass woman saying I had a boyfriend.  I felt like I was either 15 years old or married most of the time.  

He wants to know what he did to push me away.  He misses me.  

What can I really say? You’re a swell guy, but I need to be independent.  I cannot really explain it. I am a free bird.