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I was a ticking time bomb, unsure of how many more days, hours, minutes or seconds were left before I exploded but fully aware that zero was fast approaching. On the outside, I was calm because that was all I knew how to be; to the world, Mike was always poised. I hid my internal chaos well but she was slowly ripping through the fabric of composure I had been weaving intricately for decades.

She was bad for me but like a drug, I just could not get enough of her. I spent most of our relationship here; at the intersection of anger and misery. Her tongue was venomous and words inflicted poisonous wounds that might never heal. Ours was a toxic relationship and still I stayed, making excuses for her behaviour, pretending that my cowardice was actually remnants of medieval chivalry. I was pathetic and if I really was honest I’d admit that she just might be the spawn of Satan.

About that time bomb, it was about to go off in five, four, three, two, one.

“Shut up Carla!”

“Do you ever shut up?” I asked my stunned fiancée. She wore way too much makeup, I thought, something I never really noticed before.

“Mike be very careful,” she warned, her tone icy.

“Or you would what?” I asked. “Humiliate me in front of our friends? Yell like a rabid dog? Hit me perhaps?” These were her specialties. And the yell-hit- and-humiliate-in-front-of-our-friends-combo was a true delight.

“Oh God, the baby,” she said grabbing her stomach. Oh of course, I forgot about that one. The baby. That was the newest line added to this scene. She used that word to get just about anything these days. I would not lie, I felt a pang of worry but then I had to remember this whole performance was to make me look bad and to garner sympathy.

I threw my napkin on the table. I had seen enough.

“Where are you going?” She asked as I stood up to leave the table, all eyes now on me.

“Away from you and this drama.”

“I am leaving you Carla. Forever.” There, I said it. Finally. And it felt so good!

“Let’s talk about this later.” She was being sweeter about this than usual. She could see my resolve; she knew I was not kidding this time.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m done with you and this charade of love.” I had to get out before somehow she made me stay and maybe even marry her tonight.

“Oh my God,” she started crying again, lifting her hand to her trembling lips. “What about the baby?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Send me the bill.” And with that I walked out of my toxic relationship.

 

 

Bill Cosby “I’m 83 and Tired”
I’ve worked hard since I was 17. Except for when I was doing my National Service, I put in 50-hour weeks, and didn’t call in sick in nearly 40 years. I made a reasonable salary, but I didn’t inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, it looks as though retirement was a bad idea, and I’m tired. Very tired.
I’m tired of being told that I have to “spread the wealth” to people who don’t have my work ethic. I’m tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it.
I’m tired of being told that Islam is a “Religion of Peace,” when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family “honor”; of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren’t “believers”; Muslims burning schools for girls; Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for “adultery”; Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur’an and Shari’a law tells them to.
I’m tired of being told that out of “tolerance for other cultures” we must let Saudi Arabia and other Arab countries use our oil money to fund mosques and Madrasa Islamic schools to preach hate in Australia , New Zealand , UK, America and Canada , while no one from these countries are allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia or any other Arab country to teach love and tolerance..
I’m tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate.
I’m tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses or stick a needle in their arm while they tried to fight it off?
I’m tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of all parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I’m tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor.
I’m really tired of people who don’t take responsibility for their lives and actions. I’m tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination or big-whatever for their problems.
I’m also tired and fed up with seeing young men and women in their teens and early 20’s be-deck themselves in tattoos and face studs, thereby making themselves unemployable and claiming money from the Government.
Yes, I’m damn tired. But I’m also glad to be 83.. Because, mostly, I’m not going to have to see the world these people are making. I’m just sorry for my granddaughter and their children. Thank God I’m on the way out and not on the way in. There is no way this will be widely publicized, unless each of us sends it on! This is your chance to make a difference.
“I’m 83 and I’m tired. If you don’t agree you are part of the problem!

 

Soon there will be no more normal days in the year.

New year’s day, Martin Luther King’s Day, Groundhog Day, even Lincoln’s Birthday is a Day. Wonder why it isn’t just called Lincoln’s Day, it’s a little out-of-place informing us of a great man’s birthday. Just give him a day instead.

Then we have the famous and crazy valentine’s Day. This day never seizes to amuse me, with the level of intensity it brings.

There is President’s Day, Saint Patrick’s Day, Easter Day which I can understand the necessity for just like Christmas Day.

The hilarious one is Tax Day. No one likes to pay taxes in the truthful sense because we all have our list of personal expenses we’d rather spend the money on. Yet, there is a day to celebrate tax.

Mother’s Day is already getting the buzz around. Mother’s do deserve a day, it sure is not an easy task carrying another human being in your body or pushing one or more out of the body. Then the hectic part of raising them non-stop for 18 years. The day is a necessity!

Memorial Day is also a good one, as it commemorates heroes past and troubled times gone.

Flag Day? Really? What about the flag that it has a day?

Father’s Day is a good day I suppose as father’s play a tough role in the society as well in raising kids and all.

Independence Day is marked by countries that other countries thought could ride on or that they were better than. I really do not know why people would leave the borders of their country to rule another country. Then now same people who started the movement are complaining about immigrants. At least immigrants are contributing to the workforce and economy of the countries they are in compared to what the immigrants were subjected to when they were visited at their homes back in the days.

It is still strange to me why American’s have their Thanksgiving Day in November. But this is a topic for another day.

Other days are Labour Day, Columbus Day, Halloween, Veteran’s Day, Christmas Eve.

The Eve to a day is a day. This is quite interesting, regarding to Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve.

This year there was actually reference to Valentine’s Eve.

Someone made a comment about why there is no Jewish Day or Black History Day as those are occasions worth remembering too as both parties were subjected to one of the toughest times man-kind has ever known.

Stay tuned, more days are yet to come 😉

We’re delighted to reveal the UK cover for the highly anticipated new novel by Dan Brown. Inferno will be published on 14th May.

Ink to my heart
As I pour out emotions
Again.

I am in pain .
An eternal pain

Getting deeply sunk emotionally with u,wasnt misconcepted
But a gracefully path
Kept you for a while and saw you drift away like sand on beach as the waves hit

Your happiness and smile
This I yarn for
And at the site Of it now
It pains
like a needle pricking my heart
As I see another at thy side
And not I.
Is it possible to love someone so much
I see her face everywhere and even in my dreams she hunts me
With her smile, small nose,and tiny tinny lips and those lovely eyes with contacts and with out.

She sparks up the room with her presence like water to dying plants
And religion to man.
Slowly I fell in love
And that fast I saw u go
and still
I remember u
As I see a part of u in people
and when I do
I see u here and this emptiness
Of essence
In This life I lost you
in another I will forever hold you.

The french call it amour
The british love
The italians amore
The german lieben
The spanish amor
The nigerians ife
The chinese ai
And some call it lust
But I call it life
As love is life
And life is love

I love you I still do
With every passing day
And night I miss u even more.
This is my crime and my sin
To love endlessly
Even in death
My love. my heat.
You still hold a peace of my heart
My love.

So I am writing again
Am I stupid to feel this way
Am I to leave this pain
Called love.

Ink to paper
It flows but stop
I am writing again
Stop me.
I am writing again

Drum roll please….! The cover for Lauren Kate’s new book, ‘Teardrop’.

International Fans, TEARDROP hits stores on these dates:
Australia: Oct 22, 2013
New Zealand: October 25, 2013
South Africa: Nov 1, 2013
Global: Oct 22, 2013