A Twisted Kind of Love by Liberty Parker & Darlene Tallman

Author:Liberty Parker & Darlene Tallman [Parker, Liberty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Liberty Parker

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Twisted

The memories are emotionally draining. It was the first time in our relationship that we raised our voices at each other. I just wish it’d been the only time. Paisley was suffering what the doctors and therapist called survivors guilt. She questioned her womanhood, her mothering capabilities. Why did her baby not make it? Why is she allowed to live a full and happy life, while her child ended up in heaven?

I fall asleep with one of those memories on my mind.

* * *

I pull into the driveway of our house, my brows furrowed in concern. It’s dark and yet there are no lights on, either inside or out. Parking my bike in the garage, I hurry inside to see what’s going on.

“Paisley? Sweetness, where are you?” The SUV we bought is in the garage and I see her purse on the table, the keys hanging by the door, so I know she’s not out.

“Daddy?” Tig asks. I head down the hallway and stop in my boy’s room. He’s got his little television on and is watching his latest obsession, the Ninja Turtles.

“You okay? Where’s momma?” I question, pulling him to me for a hug. He’s shot up this past year and is more elbows and knees than anything, but I can see that he’s following in my footsteps and will be tall and broad-shouldered at some point.

“She’s laying down.” Anger burns away my concern. It’s past dinner time and from the looks of the wrappers, he’s been fending for himself since he got home from school.

“Did you get your homework done? I’ll call and order a pizza, okay?”

“I had trouble with my math, but I got my reading and science done. And I need to turn the money in for my field trip tomorrow. The teacher gave me another day because Momma forgot.”

“I’ll take care of it. Pull out what I need to look over, get these wrappers picked up and hop in the shower. We’ll tackle that math after we have some pizza.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” I know losing the baby has affected us all because he had started calling me ‘Dad’ but reverted to an earlier age. Ruffling his hair, I head down to the master bedroom, determined to get through to her once and for all.

As I enter our bedroom, I notice how dark it now is and realize that at some point, she must have ordered those dark-out curtains or some shit. I toe off my boots and climb into the bed and pull her into my arms. “Paisley? Sweetness, you need to wake up. We’ve got a boy who needs his mom.”

Sleepy eyes peer at me and I push her hair away. “Mmm, what time is it?” she mumbles.

“Nearly seven at night. Dammit, Paisley, you’ve got to pull yourself together, sweetheart. This isn’t healthy for any of us. Have you been going to the therapist?”

“I didn’t like her. She didn’t understand, kept saying it would pass and shit.”

“Sweetness, it will, eventually. We’ll always miss what we didn’t have, but we can’t stop living.

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