Nest of Salt

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

you don't see me at all

And so I write some more. In a blog that should've been left in the past, but I can't help but feel the need to vent and I feel bad venting to another human being. I don't feel that it is right to unload my bad times on someone else to carry. These are my burdens and I have to deal with them. Marriage would lead you to believe that you aren't alone in the dealing with those burdens, but still, here I sit alone... unable to release my thoughts and fears and hopes and broken soul to the man that I should be able to. 'my love is music. i will marry melody.' I love that song. Very well written. I need to clear my head. My biggest enemy in these dark times is myself. I know just how to shove me down into the depths of despair and make sure that it takes a small army to pick me back up.
I just don't understand why honesty is such a hard thing to come by. Honesty=Trust=Respect=Love=Happiness. And you can't have any of it without the others. I'm just at a loss for words... I can't argue. I can't cry. I can't ... breathe. Its hard to let go of a past that is so vivid in its despair and betrayal. I... am lost.

Monday, January 30, 2012

My research continues...

Did some more research on Kurt. I know its been years since I delved into the life and times of Kurt and the eerie darkness that surrounds his death, but for whatever reason, I had the need to dive back into it. With all the knowledge from the books and documentaries and insight into his journals and some family videos, I've formed my questions and thoughts about his death that will probably never be proven for lack of evidence and any evidence that may have been there, is now-no doubt-destroyed like so many books and documentaries that failed to finish due to a certain woman and her team of devils. I will put out the information that I have gathered from these different items and bring them together in hopes of jostling free some evidence from the past that may one day bring the truth to light.

Kurt knew about the affairs and it is my belief, knowing how deeply he felt for his marriage, that knowing about them and knowing that it was coming to a point where he had to get out of it made him terribly guilty. Which caused his attempt at suicide overseas. It is there, that I believe he wrote his famous suicide note. After he returned to America, the guilt was there but instead of attempting suicide again, I believe he went on a drug binge. Meanwhile his wife, shrouded in darkness and selfishness, found out about his decision to divorce her and change his will leaving her nothing. She asked one man to take care of her dirty work and he refused, but was successful on her second try. The man responsible for completing the deed had to have known intricate details about their home, which means that he was either very close to the couple or was handed those details. Kurt had enough heroine in his blood when they found him, that would have put Kurt in a catatonic state within one minute. In order to have fired the deadly shotgun blast to the head in the way it was found, he would have had to be extremely lucid and focused. That is of course impossible given the amount of heroine and the time it would've taken to adjust the gun in the angle needed. There were no fingerprints found on the weapon or the bullet. He would've had to wipe them clean or had been wearing gloves. Of course there was no time for that. There had to be someone who did it for him, or someone who planted the scene exactly as they found it.

He was a man of extreme empathy, sympathy, modesty and care. He was a man of talent, sincerity, humor and at one point he was incredibly happy. It is my understanding that his daughter was a light in his dark and lonely world. At one point, so was his wife. When all things are seen from all the different angles, the truth can be seen, but in America, truth may be seen, but it must be proven. Unfortunately for Kurt and the many people on the planet who look up to Kurt, that evidence is all but gone now. And anyone who tries to reopen that book or shed light on the subject is reminded that America is not truly free. That our freedom of speech is limited and that if you speak out, you will be threatened and then silenced. I believe this blog is not so popular as to get attention from said people who make those threats, but if it does catch their eye... God help me.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Nightmares Return

My nightmares are back... wonderful. They are pretty detailed and vivid. I can actually see the same torso following me down the hallway every time I close my eyes. I wonder if its the hell I'll be sentenced to when I finally die. If so... damn... that sucks. At least now I can wake up and be scared and then enjoy being away from hell for a while... Then my eyes close, and I'm there again. Sucks pretty bad. I wish I could find out why they wont leave and why they keep getting worse and more personal every time. On the positive side, getting them back has inspired me to write my short stories again. Hooray... :-/... I hope writing will make living on this earth-like hell tolerable again. I think I may need a hug.

A different man, a different situation... then why the same feelings? You'd think my mind would be able to understand the difference and to change the feelings to the correct feelings to have. As much as I keep telling myself that he'd never do the things that Donald did... I know better. And its killing me. I wish I could just erase my memory and just be that naive again. I want to believe that he'd never look at another woman the way he looks at me. I want to believe that its me he thinks of when he's away. How do I go about that? Its so hard when the memories are so strong and the situation is so similar. He even says the same things. Very eerie and hard to let it all go. I want to just ... Run... I'm so scared that I'm walking the same path and what's worse is that I knew it in the beginning. I knew I was jumping into the military wife life again and its all the same. The only thing that's changed is the face and the voice that goes with it. Its all the same words and the same bullshit lies and the same arguments. Who knew that I'd do this to myself. And so I sit here... in the same 'prison' that I thought was over years ago. I can't talk to him for fear of 'starting an argument' and I can't speak my opinion because 'it'll just lead to an argument'. So... I hold my tongue and suck in all the anger and all the words that want to escape and wait for the day that I, too, may be able to speak freely and no one stab me in the throat with their judgement or their fear of what the truth holds. I sit and wait until that day comes or for the day that I die... whichever comes first...

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

And Devin Alvarez was his name.

Sooo lots of changes from the last blog entry. I've left Shannon for good this time. I was single for a while there. I met a lot of wonderful people and some not so wonderful people. I've lost some friends and gained others. But most importantly, I let someone in. I let him into my heart, my soul, my life, my everything. Devin Alvarez, the name of the man who has all of me and is such an amazing man. The heavens shifted to allow us to be together. The cosmos realigned and the sun shone down upon us and granted us the blessing of each other. I love him. He loves me. We're getting married soon and the kids and I will be going where he goes. We'll support him the whole way no matter what we come up upon. Happiness. I am the essence of happiness.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

another day

A long day comes to an end with music playing through me and my passion to write coming through that. I miss Shannon... a lot. I saw him today and my heart melted. He told me to call him later ... and I smiled for the rest of the day. I hope he thinks of me half as much as I think of him. Anyway, I'm starting to get sad so its time to hit up some youtube. G'night bloggies.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

school coming up

So lots going on right now. My daughter is going to school on Monday and its her first day of her first year. I'm sooo nervous for her, but she's super excited. I'm trying not to stress out about everything that needs to be done, but I can't help it. I hope everything goes smoothly and I hope that she has a wonderful first day experience. Anyway, goodnight for now. I'll put up some new stories or something soon.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Behold!

I liiiiiive! Unfortunately my heart still aches, but fortunately Donald is no longer apart of it. We've been divorced now for 3 years almost. My sweet sweet love Isabella is now 4 years old and I have a second sweet sweet love named Vincent (2 years old) whose father I am now currently spending the happiest and the saddest days of my life with. We usually are extremely happy and take no notice of the rest of the world and what they think or what they say, but recently someone was able to penetrate our love bubble. Some stranger got ahold of my number and sent some texts calling me sexy and beautiful and unfortunately my love Shannon had the phone. He is now convinced that I am cheating on him and if I haven't cheated, I was going to. Which of course is not true, nor will it ever be true. My heart belongs to him and even when I try to make it stop, it stays. I love him plain and simple. From what he says and does usually, it seems as though he loves me too, but our love is threatened by the poor judgement of some egotistical fool. How he got my number I am not sure, but what has come from it is the near destruction of our love and family. I don't know what or who I will become should he decide that I am not who I claim to be, regardless of fault. I am not one to cheat on my love. I am not the kind of person who will lie and waste someone's life. I just love him. I love our family. I would never jeopardize it for anyone. Unfortunately, he has to realize that himself and I fear that he won't and that he will decide to part ways. I really hope he realizes that my love is his and that I am not the person he is so easily able to assume I am. *sigh*... just one break. I just need one break. I need him to see... me.