Tag: #NonFiction

“We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.”- Gayle Forman

It’s the final weekend of the month, and it’s time for the One Day Prompt. 

All you need to do is include the words ‘One Day‘ in your post and let your creative juices flow!

Our challenges are as flexible as you’d like them to be. Interpret them in a way that suits you — words, Pictures, Poetry, or Rhyme..

Please tag #Weekly Prompts The One Day Prompt 17.

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One Day my writing will come to an end due to the symptoms from my COPD. Today it is getting harder and harder to put together a blog post and write something to fit the prompt.

I am on Hospice and they tell me all the side effects are normal and will simply get worse. I am getting worse for sure.

Tessa

“One day or Day One. You Decide” ~ Paulo Coelho.

It’s the last weekend of the month, and it’s time for the One Day Prompt!  

To participate, simply include the words One Day in your response and let your creativity run wild.

 Interpret our challenges to suit you, whether through words, pictures, poetry, or rhyme.

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True Story

One day, my husband surprised me with a new car. He asked me if I wanted to go look for a new car. Now, this usually meant that I could pick one out, and he knew I would opt for the cheapest one available, something that he would also like.

So imagine my surprise when he told me to pick out any car I wanted, and when I told him that we couldn’t afford it, he told me not to worry about the cost. Money didn’t matter. 

We didn’t have the money for a new car, especially the sports car I wanted. It wasn’t the one I wanted most, because I really wanted a black Ford Mustang convertible, but one of us needed to have some common sense.

I let him talk me into buying a Ford Escort with a fancy spoiler. It was black. He insisted that it be in my name, which he never did either. Everything was always in his name.

It had a stick shift, which I hadn’t driven in a while, so I had to practice driving it because I was going out that night, and it was a long drive.

I went on my long trip and returned without any problems, and then settled down to work on the business we were setting up, which would be mainly mine, but he was supposed to help with it. 

I was busily working on it and ran into a question I needed to ask him. I was barefoot and walked quietly downstairs, where he was on his own computer in the family room.

I walked in and started to talk when, on the computer screen, flashed, “I miss you so much, and when can we get together again?” Now, remember this was my husband, and that was the last thing I expected to see on his computer. There was total silence on both sides. I simply turned around and walked upstairs. He didn’t follow me. 

I didn’t cry, pack my things, or throw things. I just went back to work. He came up around 20 minutes later and told me he was taking off his shoes. That was stupid since he never brought his shoes upstairs to our room. She must have told him to check on me, since it was quiet and she knew I had seen what she wrote.

I ignored him. I still wasn’t crying. By this point in our marriage, I pretty much thought he was a jerk anyhow, so I wasn’t upset. I was glad to be rid of him. He didn’t know this, though.

I know he was confused, and as the days passed with silence, he knew that one day I would blow up. He came home every night to a dark house, and so the night the entire house was lit up, he knew it was time to pay the piper. 

I asked him what he wanted to do. Divorce? Stay together for the kids’ sake? What?

He said he wanted to stay with us, as her husband didn’t know. I agreed, but 2 days later, he came home and said he had changed his mind because her husband found out, so she wanted them to be together. 

He said I could file for the divorce since he had committed adultery, but I told him no! He wanted a divorce so badly that he could do the work. I wanted nothing to do with it. He was shocked but had no choice.

We had no choice but to go to a divorce center and file with their help because we couldn’t afford lawyers, and we wanted to file amicably.

I didn’t have to go to the court, but it was a good thing I did, since there was a problem and they would have had to put it on hold unless I happened to be there. I announced my presence, and things went smoothly from there. 

He had asked for custody of our son, and I agreed that our son should be with his father. I didn’t have to pay child support, especially since I couldn’t support myself, let alone the two of us, and he got most of our assets (a problem that arose from not having a lawyer, but the last thing I needed was more expenses).

Due to financial constraints, we had to continue living together, which she hated, poor thing. Luckily, our house was dividable and we could live together but separate.

I fed him with the stipulation that he eat whatever I prepared, as there would no longer be any special meals that he liked. He learned to eat things he never would have while married because he didn’t want to have to cook.

Eventually, my eldest daughter and I moved into an apartment together. The other woman gave him money so they could move into a place of their own, which made us all mad because we could have all paid to have the house to ourselves, and we wouldn’t have to break up and take my son out of his school. She originally said yes, but then changed her mind and said no. She wanted her own place, and she had to put the money into it, as he had none to contribute.

I ended up on the wrong side of the deal, but one day I realized I was happier than I would have thought possible.

Tessa