All Posts by HippieGirl Interrupted

To the stranger I met not too long ago: Married or not, I should have kissed you
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He’s trying to hog-tie me. My husband. I’ve fought like a champion scrapper, but he’s used his sheer length to pin me to the bed. He’s clasped my hands and feet together; and now, he’s trying to tie me up with something. I crane my neck around to see with what and break into...
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A few years later and I’m back. Back inside this shit-hole; my modern day Auschwitz. I have a two month old baby whom I would rather be looking after, but my husband has tyrannized me again. His mother (who has materialised from a distant country) and my psychiatrist are in on it too. They...
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I think I was born bipolar. The depression of duality. My mother said that I gave two short cries at birth (one for each personality, as she terms it) and then fell silent. My zodiac sign too, Gemini, is the sign of duality: The Twins My mum took unbridled pleasure in reminding me throughout...
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It’s curious business bumping into people from our pasts. People whom we haven’t seen since school; people whom we haven’t thought of in decades and because of that lack of constancy have faded into the obscurity of our minds, along with a myriad of other half-forgotten memories. Then, when we do see them, eons...
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A friend at work; who has assumed the hierarchy of being my best friend, primarily because it is her ear that I do the most complaining to about the boss; has only just found out that her husband of eight years is gay. No surprise there, truth be told. The first time I had...
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