The Marsh Marsh Chronicals

Well, here's an update: Things are going okay. They are by no means as good as they were a few weeks ago before a man we shall call "asshole" screwed up our lives, but they are okay. At least for now. We've had some additional setbacks which I won't go into. These have made things a bit more stressful, but we're still working together to maintain our sanity. I've been struggling a lot with my Spanish class. I can't seem to get a good handle on it. I took my first test, which stressed me out beyond belief, but fortunately I came out of it with an A. So, as it stands now I'm not failing. I'm fortunate that Eric is able to help me most of the time, but it is increasingly difficult to manage the time around his show. The show is all we have now, so its needs must come first. I slept for the first time in a week last night. I got a good 4 hours uninterrupted which is a lot better than the 2 hours of tossing and turning, waking up trying to tra

Some might think this is peculiar. But, I find myself constantly writing things. Well, at least in my head. It's very rare that I take the time to log into blogger and actually type something I wrote mentally but, this time I do feel the need to do so. The night after learning something that hurt my family, I wrote this as I laid in bed tormented by stress, anger and uncertainty. As I type this now you might be asking yourself, "Do you feel this way as you type it out?" Yes, I do. I may feel a little less anger but with every day that passes, the stress and uncertainty increases. A Girl, A Box and A Crayon  By: Marsha K. Rodriguez        There was a day about 17 years ago that stays engraved in my memory. I'll never forget it. The death of a person very near and dear to me. It was also the day my childhood died.      I still had many toys and dolls but on that day, I got rid of them. I threw out all my kid stuff that day. Nearly everything...except one thin